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V.
The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun's tears would sing against a white stone ...
Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly 'way up high.
It went away I'm sure because it wished to kiss the world good-bye.
For seven weeks I've lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto
But I've found my people here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut candles in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
4.6.1942 Pavel Friedmann
Spem in alium nunquam habui
praeter in te, Deus Israel,
qui irasceris et propitius eris,
et omnia peccata hominum
in tribulatione dimittis.
Domine Deus, creator coeli et terrae
respice humilitatem nostram.
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