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My friend, I'm here no more, But I'm not just ground, just weed, Because that book, which you hold in your hands, Is just a part of me which is asleep. And whoever reads it - it brings me back to life. Wake me up, and I will be your awareness.
Dead Poet’s Poem
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My entire life is within your hand. Wake me up! We’ll live through this All my time kept in verses, All the dreams kept from an old time. I am a vagabond in front of the gate of life Hear my knocking! My voice from the grave!
Bring me back to my old days! I want light! The Sun, that shimmers in gold Everything it touches. I want warmth And horizons, my foreign friend. And fervor! and stars, which I no longer have During my night. Give them, darling, back to me.
Dead Poet’s Poem, Dobriša Cesarić
