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Nazim Hikmet - To Samet Vurgun
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I finally made it to your city,
but I was late, Samet,
we couldn`t get together:
I was late by the space of death.
I didn`t want to hear your voice
on tape, samet --
I can`t look at pictures of the dead
without totally dying.

But the day will come
when I`ll totally separate you from yourself, Samet.
You`ll enter the world of respectable memories.
And I`ll lay flowers on your grave
without tears in my eyes.

Then the day will come
when what happened to you
will happen to me, too, Samet.
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