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Day unto day bequeaths its fading sun,
and night after night laments for night.
Summer after summer is gathered in fall
and the world in its sorrow gives song.
Tomorrow we’ll die, the word in us…
Odets:(pulls a silver cigarette case from his pocket, takes out an unfiltered cigarette, offers the case to Werfel) Smoke?Werfel:Nicotine is bad for you…thanks. (He takes out three cigarettes and puts…