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I lived, but as for living I was shiftless in my life,
knew always I’d be buried here when all was done,
that year layers itself upon year, clod on clod, stone on stone,
that in the chill and wormy…
Contributor:
Miklós Radnóti
Places:
Budapest, Hungary
Date:
1937