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* ʷʩʬʢ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʮ ʱˌʣ ʸʹ˦ʠ ʦʩʠ ʯʲʥʥʲʢ : ʯʢʩʥʠ ʲʰ‫ٷ‬ʣ ʩʥʥ ʯʬʩ˦ ʯʢʩʥʡʲʢ ʸʩʮ ʸˋ˦ ʪʩʦ ʯʡˌʤ . ʯʩʩʰ , ʷʩʬʢ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʮ ʱˌʣ ʦʩʠ ʯʲʥʥʲʢ : ʸʲʤ ʯʥʠ ʯʩʤ ʷʩʣʰʢ‫ٷ‬ʥʥʹ ʯʩʩʢ ʸʲʥʥʷʱ ʯʸʲʡʩʠ ʸʩʣ ʨʩʮ . ʯʩʩʰ , ʱˌʣ ʨʩʰ , ʱˌʣ ʨʩʰ , ʸʲʤ ʸˌʰ : ʣʩʩʸ˦ ʸʲʦʣʰʥʠ ʸʲʡʩʠ ʯʲʥʥ ʨʩʥʨ ʭʲʣ ʯʢʩʩʡʰ‫ٷ‬ʠ ʪʩʦ ʷʩʣʰʲʬʫʩʩʮʹ ʨʢʲʬ˦ . ʯʸʥ˝ʸʥ˝ ʯʲʥʥʲʢ ʯʲʰ‫ٷ‬ʦ ʢʲʨ ʲʬˋ ʯʥʠ , ʸʲʥʥʹ ʲʬˋ ʯʥʠ . 50 “PERHAPS THIS WAS MY HAPPINESS” Perhaps this was my happiness: To feel how your eyes bowed down before me. No, rather this was my happiness: To go silently back and forth across the square with you. No, not even that, but listen: How over our joy there hovered the smiling face of death. And all the days were purple, and all were hard. 51 ...

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