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شاه چشمخاكستري/‏‎187‎They took you away at dawn,as though at a wake, I followed,40in the dark room weeping children,among icons, the candle guttered.On your lips, the chill of a cross,on your brow a deathly pall.I’ll be, like a woman to be shot,45dragged to the Kremlin wall.11935