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Winter has spent this snow / out of envy, but spring is here!
He sits at the breakfast table / in his yellow hair / and disdains even the sun / walking outside / in spangled slippers: / He looks out: there is / a glare of lights / before a theater, -- / a sparkling lady / passes quickly to / the seclusion of / her carriage.
Presently / under the dirty, wavy heaven / of a borrowed room he will make / re-inhaled tobacco smoke / his clouds and try them / against the sky's limits!