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for a moment, the sun came by,
  after a spell of colder days,
and warmed the hands t'were at my side.
  sent the striped skunk from where 
  - he lays
 
while I thought of squandered chances
  and gentle brushes from her hair,
lost among winter's long glances
  that keep the oak and elm
  - so bare.
 
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