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They tell they met you in a dream,
whilst playing amongst excited kids,
whilst saying that you feel well, at last,
and have forgotten every past pain.
But even though in good shape you look
to those who in soul survival trust,

I only dream the pains you lived,
from your silence I learn that dreams
are the caress for those who remain
in this painful land and stay alone counting
stars dying out in Saint Lawrence’s sky.

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