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Through the bands of slanting rays And the heat of a thousand stoves,
Between the books closed from within, And from dawn to dusk
Surely and completely – I am the same.
Under the clods of foreign soil Twinkling by drops in the dust,
Completely buried in the past, Undefeated and alive
Memories and traces – I am the same.
When the bread will rise above the rye And only a blind one will stay silent,
While the great May is mourning for Those who merry, replete and drunk
Before, and now, and forever – I am the same.