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we climbed onto the wall and stood
in the shadow
of the moon
we heard the skybirds
calling and saw
wings flashing;
we touched hands
and each one
said
something and we
remained there
on the wall;
do not go there,
one of us
cried
do not give yourself
to the
demons
who were they?
where did they hide?
everywhere the wind
was moving the trees
with a sudden shape
of the moon
it was behind
the cloud and
its
face was
turned
away;
one of us said
where is the moon,
the beloved moon? |
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