"We never can remember all the lives we've lived before
The days decline in number, slip the ropes away from shore
Whenever Heaven calls us there's regret and compromise
And in another distance lies a past unrealised
Where are you now? Who are you now? Is anyone really gone?
In all the world, in all this space, the race is run!"

To Ivan Kanchev

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