something-you don't know what-has disappeared; something-you do not know what-has disappeared;
you feel it creeping closer to the window, you feel it creeping Closer to the window,
in total silence. in total silence. From the nearby wood From the wood Nearby
you hear the urgent whistling of a plover, you hear the urgent Whistling of a Plover,
reminding you of someone's Saint Jerome: reminding you of someone's Saint Jerome:
so much solitude and passion come Solitude and so much passion come
from that one voice, whose fierce request the downpour That from one voice, whose request the downpour Fierce
will grant. will of grant. The walls, with their ancient portraits, glide The walls, with ancient Their Portraits, Glide
away from us, cautiously, as though away from us, cautiously, as though
they weren't supposed to hear what we are saying. They weren't supposed to hear what We Are saying.
And reflected on the faded tapestries now; And reflected on the Faded tapestries now;
the chill, uncertain sunlight of those long the chill, uncertain sunlight of those long
childhood hours when you were so afraid. Pls hours Childhood Afraid so you were the resource persons.
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