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To Lech Dziewulski
What can I tell you, friend?
That like yourself...
that time and again
I screamed at night as softly as I could,
that I know a thousand ways of forgetting
and as many excuses
that change nothing at all.
What can I tell you, friend...
That it's not we who set up life, it sets us up.
-this we know,
that it's not our desires, but we who are fulfilled
-this we know,
that although we know, we live as if we did not
-this
we know as well.