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In the night / voices praise Him
I was hopeful / till night like a corpse / stretched out cold before me
Bare
Mevlut Ceylan
Bare feet I have
most of the time
In the night
voices praise Him
On the roofs
cats and birds are the first
To see the unity
The Letter
I received your letter
your accumulated regards
made me sad
I remembered
"But Lo! with hardship goeth ease,
Lo! with hardship goeth ease."
I was hopeful
till night like a corpse
stretched out cold before me
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