On a certain day in the blue-moon month of SeptemberBeneath a young plum tree, quietlyI held her there, my quiet, pale belovedIn my arms just like a graceful dream.And over us in the beautiful summer skyThere was a cloud on which my gaze restedIt was very white and so immensely highAnd when I looked up, it had disappeared.
-Bertolt Brecht
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