THE SUN LAUGHS
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The sun laughs at the dead
You
with burning cheeks
and with hearts burning,
with fervent lips
chanting
to holy Righteousness.
Rigid ascetics
in blue coats,
with a thought firmly
fixed upon the future
and with resignation
in black eyes.
I am luxury.
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