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　　The winter evening settles down　

　　with smell of steaks in passageways　

　　Six o”clock.　

　　The burnt-out ends of smoky days.　

　　And now a gusty shower wraps　

　　The grimy scraps　

　　Of withered leaves about your feet　

　　And newspapers from vacant lots;　

　　The showers beat　

　　On broken blinds and chimney-pots,　

　　And at the corner of the street　

　　A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.　

　　And then the lighting of the lamps.