41 (they call you mad)

THEY CALL YOU mad. Wait for tomorrow and keep silent.

They throw dust upon your head. Wait for tomorrow. They will

bring their wreath.

They sit apart in their high seat. Wait for tomorrow. They will come down and bend their head.

 

 

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