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in the dark and peace of my final bed
let me move slowly through the street
beautiful, tragical faces
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
when the wind works against us in the dark
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
to be able to see every side of every question
a thousand silent years ago
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
at dawn, he said

 



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