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She stood on tiptoes and closed the window with an oak board
He groped after a match-box and got up without a word
And there they stood like a wooden house and rain
as the house would stand and as rain would remain.
And then he has told her that winter was at the door
they rented a room by the post-office and national bank
and she spent all her daytime rearranging books on the floor
so Dante went down and Steinbeck stayed at the back.
And so they woke up, smoked,cooked their oats rough
She was moveless and she was alive from coast to coast
when the rain of his tears was falling on her from above
and at times her eyes were open and at times they were closed