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''I call to witness the ink, the quill, and the script,
which flows from the quill;
I call to witness the faltering shadows of the sinking evening,
the night and all she enlivens;
I call to witness the moon when she waxes, and the sunrise when it dawns.
I call to witness the Resurrection Day and the soul that accuses itself;
I call to witness time, the beginning and end of all things - to witness that every man always suffers loss."
Meša Selimović, Death and the Dervish
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Counting SecondsShadows bruise the sidewalk;
sunlight flits between the leaves,
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so here I come.

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words like violence, break the silence.