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 I’ll give my passive soul away,
Let it be turned to smoke anew
And light, above the gloomy quay,
It’ll change into a tender-blue.
 
Just look how deeply I’ve retreated,
I’m diving - seaweed everywhere,
Nobody’s words will be repeated,
Nobody’s yearning will ensnare.

. . .

What do I hear? For three weeks now,
You only whisper: “why, poor lady!?”