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شاه خاكستريچشم/‏ 295‘A grey cloud in the sky overhead,’A grey cloud, in the sky overhead,like a squirrel skin uncurled.‘I’m not sorry your body,’ he said,‘will melt in March, frail snow-girl!’5In the fluffy muff my hands grew cold.I felt afraid, somehow confused.How to recall the swift weeks’ flow,his short-lived insubstantial love!