as a child he never plucked the wings off flieshe didn't tie tin cans to cats' tailsor lock beetles in matchboxesor stomp anthillshe grew upand all those things were done to himI was at his bedside when he diedhe said read me a poemabout the sun and the seaabout nuclear reactors and satellitesabout the greatness of humanity
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Nazim Hikmet
Nâzım Hikmet Ran (15 January 1902 – 3 June 1963),[3][4] commonly known as Nâzım Hikmet (Turkish: [naːˈzɯm hicˈmet] (About this soundlisten)), wa…
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