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I Am Not the Man

I am not the man you search for.
I passed through the sea and in between stones.
An ill wind was blowing.
Soon the almond tree will flower, very soon.
Mountains will dance.* Kindly wait a while.
I am not the man. A bell will ring,
the heavy curtain will rise, sleep
will flutter lighter than eyelids. I am not the man.
You will sift through these ashes in vain.
I am not the man you search for.

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