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Three herringbones stood under the window.

With green needles.

Grown on grass, green carpet.

Herringbones were friends with the wind and with us.

He hid in the prickles of the crown,

Attract to himself us branching struggle.

We often listened to moans the winds,

And often were running around herringbones.