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Let the cold run, with its scythe-like silence.
No empty howl—no hollow hooting—rises into the void.
Only that so white frolic skims the earth’s bare face.
Let the cold run, with its scythe-like silence.
No empty howl—no hollow hooting—rises into the void.
Only that so white frolic skims the earth’s bare face.