LAZARUS Whose dream is this from which I now awakenshrouded in a burial cloth and wrapped in mystery?I have too much time, time, timetime that yesterday I lacked, but that today caresses meand kisses me on each cheek with lips made of shards of ice,Ice that does not melt, not even underthis wondrous sun that
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