The light wraps you in its mortal flame.Abstracted pale mourner, standing that wayAgainst the old propellers of the twilight That revolves around you.Speechless, my friend,Alone in the loneliness of this hour of the deadAnd filled with the lives of fire,Pure heir of the ruined day.
-Pablo Neruda
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