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Let a miracle happen, let my suffering press into it for my suffering is heavy like the clay of the entire world, let my love impress itself in it, for my love is great and pure like the sky of the entire world, let my mercy impress itself in it, for it alone has become so light, that there is nothing with which to compare it. Stretch yourself out above that time that sees my face and knows my gait, that remembers my boney silhouette by the caravan road, that separated the traces of my red footsteps in the sand and recognized my shrill voice. O open, guardians of time, unroll yourself, scroll of eternity that has no beginning nor end. O open, leaves of the book of life, untie yourselves,