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  Speaker 2: Pigeon Publishing House presents Simple Verses. Author, Jose Murty. Narrated
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  Speaker 2: by Henry Wells.
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  Speaker 1: Preface.
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  Speaker 2: Published in 1891, Simple Verses, Versos and Silos. is one
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  Speaker 2: of the most beloved collections of poetry by José Martí,
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  Speaker 2: a work celebrated for its simplicity, musicality, emotional honesty, and
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  Speaker 2: profound connection to nature and human experience. Written in a
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  Speaker 2: deliberately accessible style, the poems transform ordinary images, flowers, birds, landscapes, friendship, love, death,
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  Speaker 2: and the natural world into reflections on freedom, dignity, identity,
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  Speaker 2: and the human condition. Martí' s language is direct and seemingly uncomplicated,
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  Speaker 2: yet beneath its simplicity lies a remarkable philosophical and emotional depth.
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  Speaker 2: The collection is deeply connected to Martí' s personal experiences and ideals. Exile, solitude, friendship,
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  Speaker 2: political struggle, and his devotion to Cuba appear throughout his poetry,
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  Speaker 2: often expressed indirectly through symbols drawn from nature. His verses
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  Speaker 2: combine intimate emotion with a broader concern for justice, liberty,
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  Speaker 2: and human dignity. One of the most famous poems in
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  Speaker 2: the collection begins with the image of the white rose,
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  Speaker 2: a symbol that has become closely associated with Marti's literary legacy.
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  Speaker 2: The poem expresses a willingness to offer friendship and goodwill
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  Speaker 2: even in the face of hostility, capturing the author's ideal
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  Speaker 2: of generosity without surrendering personal dignity. Nature plays an essential
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  Speaker 2: role throughout Simple Verses. Marti repeatedly turns to plants, animals, stars, landscapes,
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  Speaker 2: and seasons as ways of expressing emotions and ideas that
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  Speaker 2: might otherwise be difficult to articulate. His poetry creates a
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  Speaker 2: close relationship between the natural world and the inner life
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  Speaker 2: of the human being. The collection's enduring power comes partly
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  Speaker 2: from this combination of simplicity and universality. Although rooted in
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  Speaker 2: Martí' s Cuban identity and 19th-century historical circumstances, its reflections on love, freedom, friendship, sacrifice,
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  Speaker 2: and mortality remain accessible to readers far beyond its original context.
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  Speaker 2: More than a century after its publication, Simple Verses continues
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  Speaker 2: to be regarded as one of the essential works of
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  Speaker 2: Spanish-language poetry from the Americas. It offers a portrait of
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  Speaker 2: a poet who sought to unite beauty with moral conviction
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  Speaker 2: and personal feeling with a broader vision of human freedom.
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  Speaker 2: Simple verses. I die. 1. A sincere man am I.
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  Speaker 2: From the land where palm trees grow, and I want
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  Speaker 2: before I my soul's verses to bestow. I'm a traveler
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  Speaker 2: to all parts, and a newcomer to none. I am
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  Speaker 2: art among the arts. With the mountains I am one.
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  Speaker 2: I know the strange names of willows, and can tell
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  Speaker 2: flowers with skill. I know of lies that can kill,
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  Speaker 2: and I know of sublime sorrows. I have seen through
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  Speaker 2: dead of night upon my head softly fall, rays formed
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  Speaker 2: of the purest light from beauty celestial. I have seen
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  Speaker 2: wings that were surging from beautiful women's shoulders, and seen
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  Speaker 2: butterflies emerging from the refuse heap that molders. I have
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  Speaker 2: known a man to live with a dagger at his side,
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  Speaker 2: and never once the name give of she by whose
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  Speaker 2: hand he died. Twice, for an instant, did I my
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  Speaker 2: soul's reflection describe, twice, when my poor father died, and
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  Speaker 2: when she bade me good-bye. I trembled once, when I
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  Speaker 2: flung the vineyard gate, and to my dread, the dastard
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  Speaker 2: hornet had stung my little girl on the forehead. Such
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  Speaker 2: great luck to me once came as no man would
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  Speaker 2: dare to envy. when in tears my jailer read me
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  Speaker 2: the death warrant with my name. I hear a sigh
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  Speaker 2: across the earth, I hear a sigh over the deep.
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  Speaker 2: It is no sigh reaching my hearth, but my son
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  Speaker 2: waking from sleep. If they say I have obtained the
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  Speaker 2: pick of the jeweler's trove, a good friend is all
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  Speaker 2: I've gained, and I have put aside love. I have
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  Speaker 2: seen an eagle gliding, though wounded, across the skies. I
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  Speaker 2: know the cubby where lies the snake of its venom dying.
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  Speaker 2: I know that the world is weak and must soon
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  Speaker 2: fall to the ground. And then, midst the quiet profound,
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  Speaker 2: the gentle brook will speak. While trembling with joy and dread,
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  Speaker 2: I have touched with hands so bold a once bright
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  Speaker 2: star that fell dead from heaven at my threshold. I
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  Speaker 2: have hidden my brave heart, the most terrible of pains,
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  Speaker 2: the son of a land and chains lives for it
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  Speaker 2: and dies apart. All is beautiful and right. All is
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  Speaker 2: as music and reason, and as diamonds air their season,
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  Speaker 2: all is cold before its light. I know when fools
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  Speaker 2: are laid to rest honor, and tears will abound, and
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  Speaker 2: that of all fruits, the best is left to rot
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  Speaker 2: in holy ground. Without a word, I've understood and put
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  Speaker 2: aside the pompous muse. From a withered branch, I choose
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  Speaker 2: to hang my doctoral hood. 2. I know of Egypt
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  Speaker 2: and Niger. Of Persia and Xenophon, no less, but more
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  Speaker 2: than these I prefer the fresh mountain air's caress. I
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  Speaker 2: know the ancient histories of man and his struggles for power,
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  Speaker 2: but I prefer the buzzing bees that hover round the bellflower.
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  Speaker 2: I know the sound the wind made when through the
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  Speaker 2: boughs it was flying. Let no one tell me I'm lying,
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  Speaker 2: there is no song as well played. I know of
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  Speaker 2: a frightened fawn that seeks the fold to expire, and
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  Speaker 2: of a heart weary worn. That dies hidden without ire.
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  Speaker 3: Three.
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  Speaker 2: The pretense and vice I spurn of the hallway of
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  Speaker 2: my inn. To my laurel hill I turn. Preferring its
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  Speaker 2: gentle den. With the earth's poor everywhere I shall cast
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  Speaker 2: my lot. To me far more contentment is there in
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  Speaker 2: mountain brook than in sea. To the vein the gold
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  Speaker 2: that softest in crucible burning bright. Give me the eternal forest.
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  Speaker 2: When the sun first shines its light. I have seen
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  Speaker 2: gold to dross change as the bubbling test tube roars.
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  Speaker 2: I prefer the mountain range, while a dove above it soars.
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  Speaker 2: The sightless bishop of Spain wants pillars to hold his altar.
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  Speaker 2: In my temple, on the mountain, my pillars are made
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  Speaker 2: of poplar. Of purest fern are the carpets, and the
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  Speaker 2: walls are of birch tree, and a brilliant light it
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  Speaker 2: gets from a sky-blue canopy. At night the bishop is
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  Speaker 2: gone to sing his heart out in praise. He mounts
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  Speaker 2: quietly his chaise, which is made of a pine cone.
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  Speaker 2: The tiny steeds that pull his coach are two bluebirds
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  Speaker 2: taking wing. The birch trees ring at his approach, with
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  Speaker 2: the joyful airs they sing. On a bed of stone
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  Speaker 2: I lay me, dreaming dreams sweet and profound. At my
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  Speaker 2: mouth a bee flies round, and the world grows in
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  Speaker 2: my body. Brilliant are the mossy moldings as the fire
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  Speaker 2: of morn grows, dyed like the richest wall hangings, in violet, scarlet,
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  Speaker 2: and rose. The songbird's notes, in hills alone, warn of
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  Speaker 2: the first red clouds to show, and the sun with
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  Speaker 2: just one blow burns the gauze off the horizon. Go
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  Speaker 2: tell the sightless prelate, the aged bishop of Spain, that
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  Speaker 2: I his visit await. To my temple on the mountain. 4.
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  Speaker 2: I will visit longingly. All the places were unseen, my lover,
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  Speaker 2: and I have been playing with waves by the sea.
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  Speaker 2: The two of us were alone except for the company.
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  Speaker 2: Of twain birds that we could see had to the
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  Speaker 2: dark cavern. And she her eyes riveted. On the pair
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  Speaker 2: as light as air, plucked a spray of iris red
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  Speaker 2: the gardener gave to her. The sweet honeysuckle rose she
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  Speaker 2: then gathered from the dell. and a graceful mademoiselle with
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  Speaker 2: a star-like jasmine gross. I, the gallant beau, begun to
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  Speaker 2: open her parasol. And she said, Don't think me droll.
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  Speaker 2: Today I want to see the sun. I've never seen
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  Speaker 2: spires as tall as the clustered oaks appear. Surely, the
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  Speaker 2: Christ must be here, because here is his cathedral. I
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  Speaker 2: know now the place that's best for my daughter's first communion.
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  Speaker 2: All in white she will be dressed, with a hat
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  Speaker 2: curved like a pinion. At dusk the light we would miss,
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  Speaker 2: and on the path we'd set out, my lover and
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  Speaker 2: I would kiss. whenever a trill let out. As one
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  Speaker 2: who can no longer feel, the quiet, frozen lake I'll tour,
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  Speaker 2: there shall I bury the sad keel, and there lay
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  Speaker 2: down the stilled oar. 5. If you've seen a mound
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  Speaker 2: of sea foam, it is my verse you have seen,
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  Speaker 2: my verse a mountain has been, and a feathered fan become.
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  Speaker 2: My verse is like a dagger at whose hilt a
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  Speaker 2: flower grows. My verse is a fount which flows with
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  Speaker 2: a sparkling coral water. My verse is a gentle green
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  Speaker 2: and also a flaming red. My verse is a deer
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  Speaker 2: wounded seeking forest cover unseen. My verse is brief and
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  Speaker 2: sincere and to the brave will appeal. With all the
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  Speaker 2: strength of the steel with which the sword will appear. 6.
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  Speaker 2: If I a pleasant keepsake on leaving this world may bear.
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  Speaker 2: Father profound, I would take a lock of your silver hair.
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  Speaker 2: If allowed for mercy's sake, one more favor to implore,
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  Speaker 2: the painter's portrait I'd take of the sister I adore.
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  Speaker 2: Could I to a treasure cling from this life and
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  Speaker 2: that foretold, the hidden tresses I'd bring I keep in
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  Speaker 2: a chest of gold. 7. For brave Aragon, in Spain,
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  Speaker 2: I have a place in my heart which of Aragon's apart. Frank, fierce, faithful,
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  Speaker 2: without stain. If a fool can't comprehend why this is so,
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  Speaker 2: I'll explain, that there I met a good friend, and
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  Speaker 2: a woman's love did gain. There on the flowery plain,
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  Speaker 2: where the brave once took the field, the people their
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  Speaker 2: creed maintain if their lives they have to yield. Should
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  Speaker 2: him the mayor reprimand, or a surly king provoke, he
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  Speaker 2: wraps himself in his cloak and dies with shotgun in hand. Caressed,
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  Speaker 2: I love that yellow land who shore the murky Ebro.
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  Speaker 2: The virgin of the pillar blessed by martyred heroes of yore.
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  Speaker 2: I esteem him who would seize a tyrant and lay
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  Speaker 2: him low. Honor to the tyrant's foe. Cuban or Aragonese.
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  Speaker 2: I love its courtyards in the shade by winding staircases bound.
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  Speaker 2: I love the nays without a sound and vacant convents
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  Speaker 2: time evade. I love that land with flowers strewn. whether
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  Speaker 2: of Spaniard or more, for there the flower, so poor
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  Speaker 2: of my own life, came to bloom. 8. I have
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  Speaker 2: a dead friend who lately has begun to visit me.
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  Speaker 2: My friend sits down and sings to me, sings to
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  Speaker 2: me so. Upon the double-winged bird's back, I am rowing
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  Speaker 2: through skies of blue. One of the bird's wings is black,
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  Speaker 2: the other, gold of caribou. The heart's a madman that
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  Speaker 2: abhors one color as one too few. Either its love
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  Speaker 2: is two colors, or else it is not loves you.
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  Speaker 2: There's a madwoman more savage than is the unhappy heart.
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  Speaker 3: Start.
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  Speaker 2: She that sucks the blood in rage, and then a
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  Speaker 2: laughing wood, a heart that has lost forever the steadfast
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  Speaker 2: anchor of home. Sails like a ship in foul weather,
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  Speaker 2: and knows not to go or come. If his anguish
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  Speaker 2: should betray him, the dead man will curse and weep.
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  Speaker 2: I pat his skull, and I lay him, lay the
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  Speaker 2: dead man down to sleep. 9. By a spread wing,
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  Speaker 2: on the grove, a tale blooms in the nightshade, of
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  Speaker 2: a Guatemalan maid. She who lost her life to love.
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  Speaker 2: The wreaths with lilies were twined, and trimmed with henna
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  Speaker 2: and jasmine, and she was laid in her coffin, which
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  Speaker 2: all in satin was lined. A cushion filled with a
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  Speaker 2: sweet spray, she gave her forgetful lover, he returned wed
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  Speaker 2: to another. In debt of her love she lay. She
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  Speaker 2: was born in state to her grave by ambassadors and churchmen,
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  Speaker 2: and behind, with flowers laden, came the poor, wave upon wave.
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  Speaker 2: She opened her lattice door, to see him again she sighed.
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  Speaker 2: She saw him pass with his bride, and then she
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  Speaker 2: saw him no more. Her forehead was bronze ablaze when
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  Speaker 2: I last kissed her goodbye. Hers was the forehead that
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  Speaker 2: I have most loved in all my days. One night,
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  Speaker 2: she entered the river. There the doctor found her dead.
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  Speaker 2: She died of a cold. They said, I know it
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  Speaker 2: was love that killed her. In the frozen sepulcher. She
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  Speaker 2: was placed upon a stand. And I kissed her slender hand.
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  Speaker 2: And I kissed her white slipper. There I stood till dusk,
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  Speaker 2: when soft the gatekeeper called to me. Never again would
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  Speaker 2: I see. She who lost her life to love.
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  Speaker 3: 10.
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  Speaker 2: My soul tremulous and lonely at nightfall will grow forlorn.
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  Speaker 2: There's a show. Let us go see the Spanish dancer perform.
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  Speaker 2: It is well they've taken down the flag that stood
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  Speaker 2: at the entrance, for I don't think I could go
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  Speaker 2: hence if that banner were still flan. The Spanish dancer
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  Speaker 2: enters then, looking so proud and so pale. From Galicia,
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  Speaker 2: does she hail? No, they are wrong. She's from heaven.
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  Speaker 2: She wears the matador's trickhorn, and also his crimson cape,
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  Speaker 2: a jilly flower to drape, and with a great hat adorn.
• 15:45
  Speaker 2: On passing her eyebrows show, eyebrows of a traitorous moor,
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  Speaker 2: and the moor's proud look she wore, and her ear
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  Speaker 2: was white as snow. The music starts, the lights dim,
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  Speaker 2: in shawl and gown, there advances the virgin of the
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  Speaker 2: assumption dancing Andalusian dances. Her head raised in challenge, she
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  Speaker 2: the cape o'er her shoulders will spread, With her arched
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  Speaker 2: arms framing her head, she taps her foot ardently. Her
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  Speaker 2: studied taps tear the baton, as if each heel were
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  Speaker 2: a blade, and the stage had been inlaid with the
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  Speaker 2: broken hearts of men. The festive feeling is burning in
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  Speaker 2: the fire of her eyes. The red-speckled shawl now flies
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  Speaker 2: in the air as she is turning. With a sudden
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  Speaker 2: leap she starts, rebounds, then turns and bows down, Wide
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  Speaker 2: her cashmere shawl she parts to offer us her white gown.
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  Speaker 2: All her body yields and sways. Her open mouth is enticing.
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  Speaker 2: A rose is her mouth. While dancing she's tapping her
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  Speaker 2: heels always. Then turns she feebly to wind the long
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  Speaker 2: and red-speckled shawl, and shutting her eyes to all, in
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  Speaker 2: a sigh leaves all behind. The Spanish dancer has done well.
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  Speaker 2: Red and white was her long shawl, the tremulous, lonely soul.
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  Speaker 2: withdraws again to its cell.
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  Speaker 1: Eleven.
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  Speaker 2: I have a page of loyal renown who bends to
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  Speaker 2: all my desires, takes care of me, never tires, cleans
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  Speaker 2: and shines my laurel crown. My page excels at his job.
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  Speaker 2: He will neither eat nor sleep, and rides in pain
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  Speaker 2: when I keep long hours at work or sob. When
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  Speaker 2: I leave, the scoundrel dashes and in my pocket appears.
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  Speaker 2: When I return, The dolt nears to offer a cup
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  Speaker 2: of ashes. When I wake at crack of dawn, he's
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  Speaker 2: up and beside my bed. When I write, the blood
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  Speaker 2: he's shed into my inkwell is drawn. My page I
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  Speaker 2: can always count on, though he rattles as he walks,
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  Speaker 2: chills and warms the one he stalks. My page is
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  Speaker 2: a skeleton.
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  Speaker 3: 12.
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  Speaker 2: Once I was sailing for fun on a lake of
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  Speaker 2: great allure, like gold the sun shone so pure, and
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  Speaker 2: my soul more than the sun. then suddenly I could
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  Speaker 2: smell before I saw at my feet. A foul fish,
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  Speaker 2: with death replete, at the bottom of the well.
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  Speaker 3: 13.
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  Speaker 2: Where the hollies overspread and the straight road takes a bend,
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  Speaker 2: an angel and a bald head. Together their way had went.
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  Speaker 2: By the chestnut grove, the pair were finally lost from sight,
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  Speaker 2: but the bald head shone from there as bright as
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  Speaker 2: a crown of light. The axe was heard in the forest,
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  Speaker 2: the soaring bird was not missed, but none the knowledge
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  Speaker 2: possessed of when the two had first kissed. The angel
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  Speaker 2: was blonde, and he, of the resplendent bald head, the
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  Speaker 2: trunk was which lovingly the clinging vine overspread.
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  Speaker 3: 14.
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  Speaker 2: Nare will I forget, I vow, that fall morning long ago,
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  Speaker 2: when I saw a new leaf grow upon the old
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  Speaker 2: withered bough. That dear morning went for naught, By a
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  Speaker 2: stove whose flame had died, a girl in love stood
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  Speaker 2: beside an old man, and his hand sought.
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  Speaker 3: 15.
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  Speaker 2: The yellow doctor comes yet to give me his remedy.
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  Speaker 2: With one jaundiced hand for me, and the other in
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  Speaker 2: his pocket. In a corner dwells a parted doctor whose
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  Speaker 2: touch is light, with a hand so very white, and
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  Speaker 2: the other on his heart. The pastry chef comes to
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  Speaker 2: me in his paper hat and smock. To ask, I
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  Speaker 2: sample his stock of malaga or sherry. Please inform the
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  Speaker 2: pastry cook, she I've longed to see and miss, to
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  Speaker 2: prepare for me a kiss and for spring's first sign
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  Speaker 2: to look. Sixteen Opening the moorish grate to lean upon
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  Speaker 2: the wet sill. Pale as the moon, and so still,
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  Speaker 2: a lover ponders his fate. Pale, beneath her canopy of
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  Speaker 2: red silk and turtledove. Eve, who says nothing of love,
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  Speaker 2: a violet plucks in her tea. Seventeen She's blonde, her
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  Speaker 2: loose hair behold, which sets off her moorish eyes. Since
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  Speaker 2: I saw her, my heart lies trapped in that whirlwind
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  Speaker 2: of gold. The eager summer bee will cleave to new
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  Speaker 2: flowers all the more fast. It says not tomb, as
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  Speaker 2: in the past. It says eve, and all is eve.
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  Speaker 2: Amid the gloom, I will drop to the fearful cataract.
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  Speaker 2: A rainbow shines through the black, above the silver tree, top. Awestruck,
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  Speaker 2: I gaze at the wild splendor of the nettled hill.
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  Speaker 2: In my sky-blue soul beguiled their blooms a pink daffodil.
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  Speaker 2: Through the forest I am tracking, bound for the lagoon nearby,
• 20:53
  Speaker 2: when through the branches I spy her upon the waters walking.
• 20:57
  Speaker 2: The snake of the garden, hissing, spits and slithers to
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  Speaker 2: its hole. The songbird pouring its soul is stretching to
• 21:05
  Speaker 2: me its wing. I am the harp and psalterion where
• 21:08
  Speaker 2: vibrates the universe. I come and go to the sun.
• 21:13
  Speaker 2: I am love, and I am verse.
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  Speaker 3: 18.
• 21:18
  Speaker 2: The brooch that foolish Eve did own was sculpted of
• 21:21
  Speaker 2: darkest gold ore, which once a pure man had dug
• 21:25
  Speaker 2: for in the very heart of a stone. Last night
• 21:28
  Speaker 2: a tempting bird had flown and brought in his beak
• 21:31
  Speaker 2: the damsel. A brilliant brooch she could not tell was
• 21:34
  Speaker 2: made of paste. and of rhinestone. Now on her shrouded waist,
• 21:39
  Speaker 2: Eve wore the fake diamond she judged the best and
• 21:43
  Speaker 2: tossed into the jewelry chest the brooch she had of
• 21:46
  Speaker 2: pure gold ore.
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  Speaker 3: 19.
• 21:50
  Speaker 2: Because your eyes were two flames and your brooch wasn't
• 21:53
  Speaker 2: pinned right, I thought you had spent the night in
• 21:55
  Speaker 2: playing forbidden games. Because you were vile and devious, such
• 22:00
  Speaker 2: deadly hatred I bore you. To see you was to
• 22:03
  Speaker 2: abhor you, so lovely, and yet so villainous. Because a
• 22:07
  Speaker 2: note came to light, I know now where you had been,
• 22:11
  Speaker 2: and what you had done unseen, cried for me all
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  Speaker 2: the long night.
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  Speaker 3: 20.
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  Speaker 2: The wind my love terrifies, Eve is blonde, but Eve
• 22:21
  Speaker 2: is not true, a passing cloud takes to the blue,
• 22:25
  Speaker 2: my love as she moans and cries. It takes my
• 22:29
  Speaker 2: love as she cries the cloud that passes from view,
• 22:33
  Speaker 2: Eve has betrayed me anew, Eve consoles me with her lies.
• 22:36
  Speaker 3: 21.
• 22:38
  Speaker 2: Yesterday, at the art show, I saw her, and yesterday,
• 22:44
  Speaker 2: my heart from me flew away after that woman to follow.
• 22:48
  Speaker 2: She sits on the bare ground to rest, on canvas
• 22:51
  Speaker 2: her vigil she keeps, the tired spouse at her feet sleeps,
• 22:55
  Speaker 2: and a naked babe at her breast. Atop a bale
• 22:58
  Speaker 2: of straw is seen the peeled remnants of their last meal.
• 23:02
  Speaker 2: Her draping mantle she can feel as if a death
• 23:05
  Speaker 2: shroud it had been. On the grim earth for the
• 23:08
  Speaker 2: weary grow neither violet nor thorn. From a loving home
• 23:12
  Speaker 2: they're torn and the sky is dark and dreary. That
• 23:17
  Speaker 2: lovely woman made away with my heart and will not
• 23:20
  Speaker 2: free it at the proud salon's exhibit of masters of yesterday.
• 23:23
  Speaker 2: 22 I have come to the strange ball where tails
• 23:29
  Speaker 2: and gaiters abound. and the best hunters the year round
• 23:32
  Speaker 2: the new year wait to install. A violet duchess is
• 23:36
  Speaker 2: seen in the arms of a red coat. A painted
• 23:39
  Speaker 2: viscount of note keeps time on a tambourine. And the
• 23:43
  Speaker 2: red waistcoats whirl by, and the flaming tools are flowing,
• 23:47
  Speaker 2: as dead leaves the wind is blowing in front of
• 23:50
  Speaker 2: a blind man's eye. 23 From this world I will depart,
• 23:57
  Speaker 2: and the natural door will try. green leaves will cover
• 24:00
  Speaker 2: the cart on which I'm taken to die. Don't in
• 24:03
  Speaker 2: darkness let me lie with traitors to come undone. I
• 24:07
  Speaker 2: am good, and as the good die, I will die
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  Speaker 2: face to the sun.
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  Speaker 3: 24.
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  Speaker 2: A daring painter I know, who goes to paint happily,
• 24:18
  Speaker 2: on the wind's canvas to sew the foam of obscurity.
• 24:22
  Speaker 2: A great painter here abides who paints with colors divine.
• 24:26
  Speaker 2: but must his genius confine to painting flowers on shipsides.
• 24:31
  Speaker 2: I know a poor painter who stares at the sea
• 24:33
  Speaker 2: while he is painting, at the waves raging and fainting
• 24:37
  Speaker 2: with the deep love that he bears.
• 24:39
  Speaker 3: 25.
• 24:40
  Speaker 2: I am still taken aback, with a simple schoolboy's glee
• 24:46
  Speaker 2: by the yellow canary, whose eye is so very black,
• 24:50
  Speaker 2: when I die without a country, nor to any man
• 24:53
  Speaker 2: a slave. I want a wreath on my grave and
• 24:57
  Speaker 2: a flag draped over me.
• 24:58
  Speaker 3: 26.
• 24:59
  Speaker 2: I who live though I have died claim a great discovery.
• 25:05
  Speaker 2: For last night I verified love is the best remedy.
• 25:09
  Speaker 2: When weighed by the cross, a man resolves to die
• 25:12
  Speaker 2: for the right. He does all the good he can
• 25:16
  Speaker 2: and returns bathed in the light.
• 25:17
  Speaker 3: 27.
• 25:21
  Speaker 2: The brutal enemy last night. Our houses torched as we slept.
• 25:26
  Speaker 2: The streets with his sword were swept by the tropical moonlight.
• 25:30
  Speaker 2: Few there were who had not bore the Spanish sabre's
• 25:33
  Speaker 2: wild fury, and at sunrise all could see the streets
• 25:36
  Speaker 2: steeped in blood and gore. Amid the shooting a coach
• 25:40
  Speaker 2: in flight a dead woman took inside, night. A voice
• 25:44
  Speaker 2: cried out. A knock defied the leaden clamor of the bullets,
• 25:48
  Speaker 2: then were flying wildly, and the door with holes was rife.
• 25:52
  Speaker 2: The woman calling gave me life. My mother had come
• 25:55
  Speaker 2: to get me. Through the jaws of death, she pressed on,
• 25:59
  Speaker 2: and the brave. Havanants, in awe, their hats would lift
• 26:03
  Speaker 2: when they saw in the streets the strong-willed matron. As
• 26:07
  Speaker 2: madmen kiss, we kissed so, while around us people fled. Quickly,
• 26:13
  Speaker 2: let's go quickly, she said. The baby's alone.
• 26:16
  Speaker 3: Let's go.
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  Speaker 2: 28 Across the homestead on the Leah, Where in his
• 26:22
  Speaker 2: grave the father lay, the son, a soldier, makes his way,
• 26:28
  Speaker 2: the son in the invader's army. The father, for bravery renowned,
• 26:33
  Speaker 2: draped in the flag that he upheld, rose from the
• 26:36
  Speaker 2: grave and his son felled with one swift blow upon
• 26:39
  Speaker 2: the ground. The lightning flashes cross the sky, the winds
• 26:44
  Speaker 2: against the farmhouse beat. Father the son lifts in defeat
• 26:48
  Speaker 2: and on his grave sets him to lie. Twenty-nine. By
• 26:54
  Speaker 2: law the king's face appears on all the instruments of state,
• 26:57
  Speaker 2: and the king's own volunteers. With his guns sealed the
• 27:01
  Speaker 2: boy's fate. It's the law to celebrate. The sainted namesakes
• 27:06
  Speaker 2: of kings, and there the boy's sister sings in front
• 27:09
  Speaker 2: of the royal portrait.
• 27:12
  Speaker 3: 30.
• 27:14
  Speaker 2: The lightning the heaven scorches, and the clouds are blood-stained patches.
• 27:18
  Speaker 2: The ship its hundreds disgorges of captive blacks through the hatches.
• 27:23
  Speaker 2: The fierce winds and brutal rains beat against the dense plantation.
• 27:28
  Speaker 2: In a file the slaves in chains are led naked
• 27:30
  Speaker 2: for inspection. All the storm's furious sails the thatched huts
• 27:35
  Speaker 2: swollen with slaves. A harried mother bewails. The human litter
• 27:40
  Speaker 2: none saves. Red as in the desert zone. The sun
• 27:45
  Speaker 2: rose on the horizon, and upon the dead slaves shone,
• 27:48
  Speaker 2: hanged from a tree on the mountain. A boy saw
• 27:52
  Speaker 2: him there. and shook with passion for the oppressed, and
• 27:55
  Speaker 2: at his feet an oath took that this crime would
• 27:58
  Speaker 2: be redressed. 31 The painter wanted a model that he
• 28:03
  Speaker 2: could pose for a god, not for that was he begot,
• 28:07
  Speaker 2: but to go with me to battle. There he would
• 28:10
  Speaker 2: pose to advantage, the son I bless and love so,
• 28:14
  Speaker 2: better here, on the cliff's edge, face to face with
• 28:17
  Speaker 2: charging foe. He is blonde, and strong and manly, with
• 28:22
  Speaker 2: natural nobility, my son, because born to me, and because
• 28:27
  Speaker 2: born to my country, vile. Let us go, my brave son,
• 28:32
  Speaker 2: while we may both go. If I die, kiss me.
• 28:36
  Speaker 2: If you, fain would I see you dead than know you.
• 28:40
  Speaker 2: 32 In the black and narrow alley where I stroll
• 28:44
  Speaker 2: as shadows fall, I look up, and there can see
• 28:47
  Speaker 2: the corner church standing tall. Could it be a mystery?
• 28:51
  Speaker 2: a power or revelation, or is it an obligation? That
• 28:55
  Speaker 2: would make me bend my knee. The night quivers. On
• 28:59
  Speaker 2: the grapevine the worm is eating its fill. The cicada,
• 29:03
  Speaker 2: dark and shrill, calls out for autumn's first sign. While
• 29:07
  Speaker 2: listening to the owl, I look up and there can
• 29:10
  Speaker 2: see the corner church by the alley is in the
• 29:12
  Speaker 2: shape of an owl. 33 I'm so frightfully unhappy. I feel,
• 29:19
  Speaker 2: oh stars, I could die. I want to live, I
• 29:22
  Speaker 2: want to see a lovely woman pass by. Like a helmet,
• 29:26
  Speaker 2: her headdress a beautiful face protects. Her black hair the
• 29:31
  Speaker 2: light reflects as the sword of Damascus. What of that one? Well,
• 29:36
  Speaker 2: find all the world's gall, and then in mesh, cover
• 29:39
  Speaker 2: it in so much flesh. And you have a soul
• 29:42
  Speaker 2: that's all gall. Well, this one, such a disgrace. The
• 29:47
  Speaker 2: creature red slippers wears, paints her lips red if she cares,
• 29:52
  Speaker 2: and puts on a barnished face. The sorrowful soul then screamed,
• 29:57
  Speaker 2: Damn you, woman, twice damn you. I know not which
• 30:00
  Speaker 2: of the two the more accursed should be deemed.
• 30:03
  Speaker 3: 34.
• 30:06
  Speaker 2: Who dares the assumption make that I have sorrows too?
• 30:10
  Speaker 2: When lightning and fire end, the time to grieve I
• 30:13
  Speaker 2: will take. Of all the sorrows I could name, the
• 30:16
  Speaker 2: most profound is unspoken. To hold and keep in slavery, man,
• 30:21
  Speaker 2: is the world's terrible shame. There are mountains still to climb,
• 30:26
  Speaker 2: and climb tall mountains we must. Later, my soul. We'll
• 30:30
  Speaker 2: see just who planned your death in my prime. The sea.
• 30:33
  Speaker 3: 35.
• 30:36
  Speaker 2: What matters that your dagger into my heart is plunged far?
• 30:40
  Speaker 2: I have my verses which are more powerful than your dagger.
• 30:44
  Speaker 2: What matters that this great pain clouds the sky and
• 30:48
  Speaker 2: drains my verse, sweet solace to me, is born with
• 30:52
  Speaker 2: the wings of pain.
• 30:53
  Speaker 3: 36.
• 30:54
  Speaker 2: The uses of flesh are mild. Of flesh one can
• 31:00
  Speaker 2: make a flower, and of flesh can with love's power
• 31:03
  Speaker 2: make a heaven and a child. The uses of flesh
• 31:07
  Speaker 2: are foul. Of flesh the scorpion is made, the worm
• 31:11
  Speaker 2: that makes the rose fade, as well as the frightening owl.
• 31:15
  Speaker 3: 37.
• 31:18
  Speaker 2: Here, woman, my heart you see, wound it, as I
• 31:22
  Speaker 2: know you will. It should all the bigger be, that
• 31:26
  Speaker 2: you might wound it more still. 4. Twisted soul, I
• 31:30
  Speaker 2: have found in my miraculous heart. While more deeper is
• 31:34
  Speaker 2: the wound, the more beautiful the art.
• 31:36
  Speaker 3: 38.
• 31:39
  Speaker 2: Of tyrants? Well, say of tyrants all there's to say, more,
• 31:44
  Speaker 2: than brand with the rage of a slave's hand. Brand
• 31:47
  Speaker 2: on such the shame of tyrants.
• 31:50
  Speaker 3: Of error?
• 31:51
  Speaker 2: Well, say of error what's in cavern and dark winding.
• 31:55
  Speaker 2: Say all the horror you're finding of the tyrant, and
• 31:57
  Speaker 2: of error. Of women, well, then of women, though of
• 32:02
  Speaker 2: their bite you may die, do not your life vilify.
• 32:06
  Speaker 2: By saying ill word of women.
• 32:09
  Speaker 3: 39.
• 32:11
  Speaker 2: I have a white rose to tend in July as
• 32:13
  Speaker 2: in January. I give it to the true friend who
• 32:16
  Speaker 2: offers his frank hand to me. And to the cruel
• 32:20
  Speaker 2: one whose blows break the heart by which I live,
• 32:22
  Speaker 2: thistle nor thorn do I give. For him, too, I
• 32:27
  Speaker 2: have a white rose.
• 32:28
  Speaker 3: 40.
• 32:31
  Speaker 2: My friend the artist portrays his angels golden and stout,
• 32:36
  Speaker 2: kneeling on clouds as they pray, with bursting suns all about.
• 32:40
  Speaker 2: Paint me with your best creations the angels, small and afraid,
• 32:45
  Speaker 2: who the thoughtful present made to me of their red carnations.
• 32:50
  Speaker 3: 41.
• 32:52
  Speaker 2: When I the honor was brought a kind land on
• 32:54
  Speaker 2: me bestowed, of blanch nor of rose I thought, nor
• 32:58
  Speaker 2: of the favor I owed. I thought then of an
• 33:01
  Speaker 2: old soldier who lies silent with his maker, of my
• 33:05
  Speaker 2: poor father, the worker, of my poor father, the soldier.
• 33:11
  Speaker 2: When I the pompous letter got, written in the noble script,
• 33:14
  Speaker 2: I thought of the lonely crypt of Blanche and Rose
• 33:18
  Speaker 2: I thought not. 42 Wandering through love's strange bazaar, held
• 33:25
  Speaker 2: by the seaside, not far, A sad pearl bright as
• 33:29
  Speaker 2: a star. By great luck fell to Agar. Too long
• 33:33
  Speaker 2: to her breast she pressed it, And too long her
• 33:36
  Speaker 2: eyes caressed it, That soon she came to detest it,
• 33:39
  Speaker 2: And dropped it as the sea crested. The venomous Agar crying,
• 33:45
  Speaker 2: Into a great rage then flying, From the sea the
• 33:48
  Speaker 2: pearl tried prying, With the stormy sea replying, What did
• 33:52
  Speaker 2: you fool, Without regard to the fairest pearl in the world?
• 33:56
  Speaker 2: Back to my depths the pearl you hurled. Now the
• 33:59
  Speaker 2: sad pearl you spurned I guard. 43 Much, my lady,
• 34:06
  Speaker 2: I should dare if down your back I could drape.
• 34:09
  Speaker 2: Drape your wild hair from the nape. Let fall your
• 34:12
  Speaker 2: golden red hair. Slowly would I let it fall and
• 34:15
  Speaker 2: silently kiss it all over the delicate ears. Luxuriously falls
• 34:20
  Speaker 2: the hair like a curtain in mid-air which at the
• 34:23
  Speaker 2: nape disappears. Her ear was divinely made of the rarest
• 34:28
  Speaker 2: Chinese jade. Much, my lady, I should dare to undo
• 34:33
  Speaker 2: the knot that holds it, holds your red hair, and
• 34:36
  Speaker 2: enfolds it, so it fall over the nate bare. I
• 34:39
  Speaker 2: would part it with great care, part it slowly, hair
• 34:42
  Speaker 2: by hair. 44 The leopard has found its den in
• 34:47
  Speaker 2: the forest, brown and dry, more than the leopard have I,
• 34:52
  Speaker 2: a good friend's the best haven. As on a toy,
• 34:55
  Speaker 2: She lies to rest the geisha on the maple cushion.
• 34:58
  Speaker 2: I also rest and can attest. A friend is like
• 35:02
  Speaker 2: no other cushion. The count his lineage would spend as
• 35:06
  Speaker 2: beggars the hope dawn brings. But I, as the birds
• 35:10
  Speaker 2: have wings, in Mexico have a friend. The president, they contend,
• 35:15
  Speaker 2: has a garden with a fountain and rich stores of
• 35:18
  Speaker 2: gold and grain. I have more. I have a friend.
• 35:21
  Speaker 2: 45 I dream of marble cloisters where in silence blessed.
• 35:29
  Speaker 2: The standing heroes rest. At night, by the soul's light,
• 35:33
  Speaker 2: I speak to them. At night. They're on file. I pass.
• 35:39
  Speaker 2: Among their ranks. I kiss their hands of stone. They
• 35:43
  Speaker 2: open their eyes of stone. They move their lips of stone.
• 35:47
  Speaker 2: They shake their beards of stone. They grasp their swords
• 35:50
  Speaker 2: of stone and weep. The swords spin in their sheaths. Silent,
• 35:55
  Speaker 2: I kiss their hands. I speak to them at night.
• 35:58
  Speaker 2: They are on file. I pass. Among the ranks, and
• 36:03
  Speaker 2: weeping too, embrace a statue. Oh, statue, it's said that
• 36:08
  Speaker 2: your sons drink the blood of their own veins in
• 36:11
  Speaker 2: their master's poisoned cups. That they speak the foul tongue
• 36:15
  Speaker 2: of ruffians, and with them eat the bread of opprobrium
• 36:19
  Speaker 2: at the blood-stained table. and lose in useless words their
• 36:23
  Speaker 2: last fire. It said, O statue, sleeping statue, that your
• 36:28
  Speaker 2: race is dead. The hero I embraced flings himself at me.
• 36:33
  Speaker 2: He grabs me by the collar, sweeps the earth with
• 36:36
  Speaker 2: my head, and raising his sun-like arm, the statue speaks,
• 36:41
  Speaker 2: the white hands reach for their belts. And from their
• 36:44
  Speaker 2: pedestals the men of marble leap. 46 Your sorrows, my heart,
• 36:51
  Speaker 2: You should hide where no man can e'er discover, so
• 36:55
  Speaker 2: that you may spare my pride, don't trouble with them another.
• 36:59
  Speaker 2: I love you, verse, my friend true, because when in
• 37:03
  Speaker 2: peace is torn my heart's too burdened, you've borne all
• 37:07
  Speaker 2: my sorrows upon you. For me you suffer and bear
• 37:11
  Speaker 2: upon your amorous lap. The painful love I leave there,
• 37:15
  Speaker 2: every anguish, every slap. As I love, in peace with all,
• 37:20
  Speaker 2: and do good works, As my goal, you thrash your waves,
• 37:25
  Speaker 2: rise and fall, with whatever weighs my soul. That I
• 37:29
  Speaker 2: may cross with fierce stride, pure and without hate. This veil,
• 37:34
  Speaker 2: you drag yourself, hard and pale, the loving friend at
• 37:38
  Speaker 2: my side. And so my life its way will wend
• 37:41
  Speaker 2: to the sky serene and pure, while you my sorrows
• 37:45
  Speaker 2: endure and with divine patience tend. Because I know this
• 37:49
  Speaker 2: cruel habit of throwing myself on you. upsets your harmony true,
• 37:54
  Speaker 2: and tries your gentle spirit. Because on your breast I've
• 37:57
  Speaker 2: shed all of my sorrows and torments, and have whipped
• 38:01
  Speaker 2: your quiet currents, which are here white and there red,
• 38:04
  Speaker 2: and then pale as death become, at once roaring and attacking,
• 38:09
  Speaker 2: and then beneath the weight cracking of pain it can't overcome.
• 38:13
  Speaker 2: Should I the advice have taken of a heart so misbegotten,
• 38:17
  Speaker 2: would have me leave you forgotten, who never me has forsaken. Verse.
• 38:22
  Speaker 2: they tell us of one greater to whom the dying appealed. Verse,
• 38:26
  Speaker 2: as one our fates are sealed, we are damned or
• 38:29
  Speaker 2: saved together. About the author. José Martí, 1853-1895, was a
• 38:38
  Speaker 2: Cuban poet, essayist, journalist, philosopher, educator, and political thinker who
• 38:44
  Speaker 2: became one of the most important figures in the cultural
• 38:47
  Speaker 2: and political history of Latin America. Born in Havana, Cuba,
• 38:52
  Speaker 2: Martí demonstrated an extraordinary literary talent from a young age
• 38:56
  Speaker 2: and became deeply involved in the struggle for Cuban independence.
• 39:00
  Speaker 2: His political activities led to imprisonment and exile while he
• 39:04
  Speaker 2: was still a teenager. He subsequently lived in several countries,
• 39:08
  Speaker 2: including Spain, Mexico, Guatemala, Venezuela, and the United States. During
• 39:14
  Speaker 2: his years in exile, he worked extensively as a journalist
• 39:18
  Speaker 2: and writer while continuing to advocate for Cuban independence. Martí
• 39:23
  Speaker 2: produced an exceptionally diverse body of work that included poetry, essays,
• 39:29
  Speaker 2: political writing, journalism, children's literature, and speeches. Among his most
• 39:34
  Speaker 2: important literary works are Simple Verses, Verses Free, Isma Lillo,
• 39:40
  Speaker 2: and Our America. His writing is characterized by a powerful
• 39:44
  Speaker 2: combination of lyricism, symbolism, moral reflection, and political idealism. He
• 39:50
  Speaker 2: sought to create a literature that was deeply rooted in
• 39:53
  Speaker 2: the cultural identity of the Americas while addressing universal questions
• 39:57
  Speaker 2: of justice, freedom, dignity, and human solidarity. Martí was also
• 40:03
  Speaker 2: an important advocate for the unity and independence of Latin America.
• 40:08
  Speaker 2: In his influential essay, Our America, he argued for societies
• 40:12
  Speaker 2: that understood and developed their own cultural realities rather than
• 40:16
  Speaker 2: simply imitating foreign political and social models. In the final
• 40:20
  Speaker 2: years of his life, Martí became one of the principal
• 40:24
  Speaker 2: organizers of the Cuban independence movement. He helped establish the
• 40:28
  Speaker 2: Cuban Revolutionary Party and played a central role in preparing
• 40:32
  Speaker 2: the struggle against Spanish colonial rule. In 1895, Martí returned
• 40:38
  Speaker 2: to Cuba to participate directly in the War of Independence.
• 40:42
  Speaker 2: He was killed in battle at Dos Rios on May 19, 1895,
• 40:44
  Speaker 2: at the age of 42. Today, José Martí is remembered
• 40:52
  Speaker 2: not only as a foundational figure of Cuban literature, but
• 40:56
  Speaker 2: also as one of the most influential intellectuals of 19th
• 40:59
  Speaker 2: century Latin America. Simple Verses remains perhaps his most accessible
• 41:04
  Speaker 2: poetic legacy, a collection in which personal emotion, natural beauty,
• 41:10
  Speaker 2: love of humanity, and the longing for freedom are expressed
• 41:13
  Speaker 2: with remarkable clarity and grace. Production Credits This audiobook was
• 41:20
  Speaker 2: produced by Pigeon Publishing House. Dedicated to the preservation of
• 41:25
  Speaker 2: timeless literature. Copyright 2026 Pigeon Publishing House. All rights to
• 41:32
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• 41:38
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• 41:43
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• 41:50
  Speaker 2: Publishing House, Presented. Simple Verses. Author, José Martí. Narrated by,
• 41:59
  Speaker 2: Henry Wells. Thank you for listening to this audiobook. We
• 42:03
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