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suppose

Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

young death sits in a café

smiling, a piece of money held between

his thumb and first finger

(i say “will he buy flowers” to you

and “Death is young

life wears velour trousers

life totters, life has a beard” i

say to you who are silent.–“Do you see

Life? he is there and here,

or that, or this

or nothing or an old man 3 thirds

asleep, on his head

flowers, always crying

to nobody something about les

roses les bluets

yes,

will He buy?

Les belles bottes–oh hear

, pas chères”)

and my love slowly answered I think so. But

I think I see someone else

there is a lady, whose name is Afterwards

she is sitting beside young death, is slender;

likes flowers.