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The white ocean in which birds swim
Between the chimneys
Is it a dream
Beginning over again, or is it
The antiseptic other side of death? 5

The sun displays its face-paints
On a pallid stone wall
Bedecks the buildings
For luminous tournaments
It takes so few hours 10
To smooth away the night
While our wrinkles are

Watchful, the windows
Open their eyelids 15
The grass sleeps profoundly
Like an old child
Sucking the earth

The trees, chasubled in sparrows
Will always be ready to bless the day 20