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Slippered steps on wooden planks
Muffled by the rain
Streaming softly from sky
To wet my window pane

The fire's lit, the cabin's dry
The kettle's at a boil
The wind outside may bark and bray
Its impotent turmoil

The woolen blanket's on the bed,
The cat's curled at my feet
I deftly drain my mug of tea
And hum myself to sleep

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