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XI
Here is a tree with three thousand arms,
three thousand names, whose syllables no one
knows, three thousand minds, and one sigh
through which a breath, a clause passes, I do not dare
to say anything, a million leaves whispering words,
a thousand dusky roots, names in the soil,
a million words, in the humus heaven a thousand shoots
flower, deceased war heroes, idle stories,
three million wrinkles, faces you can\'t see,
through the branches, in the roots of the brain an idea of a new
human being is born, it soughs through the branches, through the roots,
the smoke vanishes, through the branches, the smoke vanishes.
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