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Fare Well

 If I die,
leave the balcony open.
The little boy is eating oranges.
(From my balcony I can see him.
) The reaper is harvesting the wheat.
(From my balcony I can hear him.
) If I die, leave the balcony open!

Poem by Federico García Lorca
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