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شاه چشمخاكستري/‏‎197‎Lightly the weeks fly, too,85what’s happened I can’t understand.Just as, my darling child, in prison,white nights gazed at you,so now again they gaze,hawk-eyed, passionate-eyed,90and of your cross on high,of death, they speak today.61939.