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An illustration with an excerpt from Yannis Ritsos' poem, The Moonlight Sonata.
The Greek poet says:
The Greek poet says:
Let me come with you.
What a moon there is tonight!
The moon is kind – it won’t show
that my hair turned white.
that my hair turned white.
The moon will turn my hair to gold again.
You wouldn’t understand.
Let me come with you.
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