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Слушать(AI)She Does Not Remember
She was an evil stepmother.
In her old age she is slowly dyingin an empty hovel.
She shudderslike a clutch of burnt paper.
She does not remember that she was evil.
But she knowsthat she feels cold.
Translated from the Polish by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard
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