No more (wait a minute minute) Be born (wait a minute minute) Then we left the underworld Part of the poem decree We stand on the market square Of one of the towns of S Watching The faces of the townsfolk We see no fear No trace of sleepless night Someone has written On the nearby wall Innocent sunsets Part of the poem combustion My sunday friend For years we went on long forest walks You had children and a wife But you still found time for me Then you fell ill and our meetings became scarcer And I walked in the forests all alone You ended up dying But soon someone new appeared And filled your absence Had I not dreamed of you yesterday I would never have thought of you again That is the way it is