To Ingmar Bergman
You left your garden
Those liliacs, they cried
For the departed genius
You, the greatest magician
Pick up a wild strawberry
Turn it into various splendid shows
We, with narrow sights
Open our eyes by those miracles
Too great to praise
We sank in meditation
And waked up after thousand years
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