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And when she was finished they laid her in earth Flowers growing, butterflies juggling over her... She, so light, barely pressed the earth down How much pain it took to make her as light as that!
Source: Poems, 1913-1956 To my mother [Meiner Mutter] (May 1920), trans. Jo0
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And when she was finished they laid her in earth
Flowers growing, butterflies juggling over her...
She, so light, barely pressed the earth down
How much pain it took to make her as light as that! by : Bertolt Brecht