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Every lover is cursed
to forget, at least for a while,
his woman: as the river of
amnesia devours his love.
Every beloved is cursed
to be forgotten until her secret
is trapped in the net of memory.
Every child is cursed
to grow fatherless,
with his hand in the lion's mouth.
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