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圣母院大弥撒的钟声.拥着低沉的冬云,在烛光闪烁的窗口凝冻了……几只灰鸽,精灵似的扑扇扇地穿过雪地飞进漆黑的门洞依偎在圣徒雕像的脚前一身绿衣的清洁工把满心的虔诚和拌了盐粒的赭红色的碎石子洒遍彻夜不眼的巴黎
The bells of the Mass of Notre Dame held a deep winter cloud and froze in a glittering window ... Several gray pigeons and elf-like fans fanned across the snow into dark entrances nestled in the statue of the saint A green cleaner at the foot of the full of piety and mixed with red salt gravel rubble all over the night unobtrusive Paris