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Finally, you said the word
Not so, like the ones ... that on one knee –
And, like that, who escaped from captivity
And he sees the shadow of the sacred birch
Through the rainbow involuntary tears.
And you sang round the silence,
And a rush of pure sunshine twilight,
And the world at the moment, one has changed,
And the strange taste of the wine changed.
And even I, to whom be the killer
The divine word had,
Almost reverently silent,
To extend the life of the blessed.
8-12 August 1963

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