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Bir çeviri sorunu bildirin
rain falls where clouds come
sun shines where clouds go
clouds just come and go
-- Florian Gutzwiller
Near the Studio Jean Cocteau
On the Rue des Ecoles
lived an old man
with a blind dog
Every evening I would see him
guiding the dog along
the sidewalk, keeping
a firm grip on the leash
so that the dog wouldn't
run into a passerby
Sometimes the dog would stop
and look up at the sky
Once the old man
noticed me watching the dog
and he said, "Oh, y
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