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My memories –

birds in the night –

wander homeless,

wander possessed

from this world.

My songs,

lost wanderers,

burst unheard

in the grief-stricken autumn –

and fall silent again.

My bitterness

is a screech in the night,

a suffering routed

and ostracized

from this world.

Tranlated by Lyubomir Uzunov

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