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Like the Danube stretching out. Sign-posts half submerged in the
water, stairs drowned, the benches where lovers and
old folks used to sit
vanished from sight: such moments still exist. You shall count
these only! Tear off the leaden helmet that grew into your head!
Get ready! Crack open
the days like almonds, eat what was and will be
the bitterest part only
and go to sleep each night as if in the morning you could find
a giant reindeer’s head staring in your window.
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