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SABRE [eng trans]
As if death has ripened in me
Before the absurdity of blood, the absurdity of body
With a sabre in my hand
I cut my soul in half
Not knowing that in death alone I have to stand
And that pain cannot breed life
Words of death became the Name
When my hands recognised the sabre
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