ETERNAL CYPRESSES
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Some day I will sleep forever without waking
Never again will I see the cypresses of the northern plains
.
These cypresses at their mysterious prayers
These black and dripping churches
These swallows perched stiffly on the rushes
These oil lamps
.
One day I shall sleep forever without waking
While the wind blowing through the iron branches of the cypresses
Will remain in the heart of a corpse.
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