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شاه چشمخاكستري/‏‎209‎EpilogueII learned to know how faces fall apart,how fear, beneath the eye-lids, seeks,150how strict the cutting blade, the artthat suffering etches in the cheeks.How the black, the ash-blond hair,in an instant turned to silver,learned how submissive lips fared,155learned terror’s dry racking laughter.Not only for myself I pray,but for all who stood there, all,in bitter cold, or burning July day,beneath that red, blind prison wall.