Dies Irae

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How strange I am from my country,

And no longing missed me,

Bad thought, and dark

Closes the voice of the right.

It will be late that day…

And in my way haunts

Silences of time, sinister hungry !

Or songs that always cry:

“Hurry, don’t wait anymore !”

George Bacovia, Dies Irae

Note:

dies irae = day of wrath (Latin)

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