In the beginning we had funerals.
The streets in the Ghetto were so narrow
That when they passed
We could hear the solitude of the dead.
Their silence was their only letter to God.
They were funerals of dead letters.
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Life was a shadow-theatre
Where everything was possible.
I saw the 'never' come,
I saw the 'always' leave.
My eyes, they have learned how to sweat.
My skin knew how to weep.

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