You would lie naked in the field
Without a hand to warm you,
Without any consolation in fact.
You would be there with me,
Ever I was that I was not there
But there.
I am in my eternal fluctuation
There.
Do you see how the smoke rises,
And how all beyond us
And us lying there
Is ruined?
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