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The voice of the songstress
filled the universe:
Lord, take care of me!
And yet who takes care of me?
A wave of laughs flooded her.
She fell asleep like a humiliated,
smitten, derided lioness
with the sweet dozing
of the exhaustion in a desert of gold
with all the worlds that she experienced
successively, with her art, with her spirit
with her bitter emotion.
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