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The magic snow
In our city the snow never melts.
Usually it's
indistinguishable from the grass and asphalt.
In our city the sun always shines.
However, it's
often moonful
or
moonless.
In our city all live forever.
Sometimes
they pretend to be dead
and hide
among
roots.
poem
by
Eugene Silman
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