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                                                           En ma kysele:"Ikuisesti?"-
                                                           ensi yönä jo tulkoon halla!
                                                           Hehkun pelotta, tulisesti
                                                           niinkuin daalia talven alla.

                                                         Kuuma, rohkea, kirkas, hellä
                                                         olkoon tunteeni kypsä viini,
                                                         hehku kuoleman kynnyksellä,
                                                         syksyn ylpeä georgiini.

                                                             Kaarlo Sarkia