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Poem Language was almost impossible in those days as we know it now and then. When you tell me about your operation I hear you, but I don't hear you. Wind gathers behind a barn: torches are lit, men whisper. One wears a hat and is very serious about the war in his bedroom. "Does it seem like I am sleeping all the time?" Ask me another question. Look, Ma, I found something beautiful today out in the forest, it's still alive ... ...

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