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Visit-Léopold Sédar Senghor

I dream in the intimate semi-darkness of an afternoon
I am visited by the fatigues of the day,
The deceased of the year, the souvenirs of the decade,
Like the procession of the dead in the village on the horizon of the shallow sea
It is the same sun bedewed with illusions,
The same sky unnerved by hidden presences,
The same sky feared by those who gave a reviving with the dead.
And suddenly my dead draw near to me


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