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Before the Dawn

 But like love
the archers
are blind

Upon the green night,
the piercing saetas
leave traces of warm
The keel of the moon breaks through purple clouds and their quivers fill with dew.
Ay, but like love the archers are blind!

by Federico García Lorca
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