'It says somewhere in the Iliad , Blue death closes his eyes.'
'Won't you come and say
If you know the way to blue'
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The life that went under; cold crystalline sea, diamond of foregtfulness.
In the evening shade, by the trees, when I didn't speak, then I was true. 'Sadly, a long time ago/my voice fell mute.' Blue is the light that doesn't reach us. In the south, it is said, black becomes lighter, a shadow in summer, a word in parenthesis [ ].
Stage directions. The life of many.
[Exit]
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