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Births by Pablo NerudaWe will never remember dying.We were so patientabout being,noting downthe numbers, the days,the years and the months,the hair, the mouths we kissed,but that moment of dying:we surrender it without a note,we give it to others as remembrance,or we give it simply to water,to water, to air, to time.Nor do we keepthe memory of our birth,though being born was…
