| Richter: Shadow Journal |
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| How enduring, how we need durability |
| The sky before sunrise is soaked with light |
| Rosy colour tints buildings, bridges, and the Seine |
| I was here when she with whom I walk wasn’t born yet |
| And the cities on a distant plain stood intact |
| Before they rose in the air with the dust of sepulchral brick |
| And the people who lived there didn’t know |
| Only this moment, at dawn, is real to me |
| The bygone lives are like my own past life, uncertain |
| I cast a spell on the city, asking it to last |
