Similar Things
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The Monsignor told me:
‘For you sing of so many
Similar things'
‘Ah, my friend,
The more things be similar
The more their present
Relative, all-time relative,
For always they were
On the genealogical tree
Always:
The more similar, the more
My friend
In almost all things.
I say almost to be modest.'
And the Monsignor stopped
And
Looked at me as the
Student at his Master
Looks.
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