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Harold Pinter
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The lights glow.
What will happen next?
Night has fallen.
The rain stops.
What will happen next?
Night will deepen.
He does not know
What I will say to him.
When he has gone
I'll have a word in his ear
And say what I was about to say
At the meeting about to happen
Which has now taken place.
But he said nothing
At the meeting about to take place.
It is only now that he turns and smiles
And whispers:
'I do not know
What will happen next.'
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