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How do you know my language, never used before?
How do you change your shape to be my mirror?
How could I know inside the mirror what is yours,
Which piece of me inside of you I’m reading?
This one and only gravitation that I feel,
The debt you pay to me before my lending --
What is this Fall when I am down with torn-off leaves
To prove my right for earth when earth is naked?
Why did I lose all other languages and rights?
Why do I now exist inside your mirror --
Apart from everything -- to mimic every touch?
And why?
I never heard, and yet I know your whisper?
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