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Small Dialogue

The sky blazed, desolate, behind the houses.
"Why must you cry?" he asked, buckling on his belt.
"The world is beautiful," she said, from where she was.
"So beautiful, with such a headache, and the bed
is a wild, sullen animal getting ready to leave."

(Yannis Ritsos)

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