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My life is not this steep hour
In which you see me hurrying so.
I am a tree standing before what I once was
I am only one of the many mouths, and at that, the first to close.
I am stillness between two notes
That don't easily harmonize
Because the note death wants to lift itself up....
But in the dark interval both come
Trembling
To join as one
And the song remains, beautiful
By rainer marie rilke
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