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Poor Pierrot

Here far away from the city, here by the yellow dunes

I will lie and soothe my heart where the sea croons.

For what can I do with strife, or what can I do with hate?

Or the city, or life, or fame, or love or fate?

Or the struggle since time began of the rich and poor?

Or the law that drives the weak from the temple's door?

Bury me under the sand so that my sorrow shall lie

Hidden under the dunes from the world's eye.

I have learned the secret of silence, silence long and deep:

The dead knew all that I know, that is why they sleep.

They could do nothing with fate, or love, or fame, or strife -

When life fills full the soul then life kills life.

I would glide under the earth as a shadow over a dune,

Into the soul of silence, under the sun and moon.

And forever as long as the world stands or the stars flee

Be one with the sands of the shore and one with the sea.