and why, I ask you, so exhausted of things ….why does seem now ? must appear that allegorical barbed wire like the reel —why, why must it not let the lilies lay still to just let it grow moss and sink forgotten, like a once proud prow that has broken off the ship and is destined to lay in the dark depths but ….no, the quiet tomb wants to trick me with worlds I believed did long depart—what weird joke is this….the ghosts return this time of year
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