and it was not easy for me to die at Eylau
but I was not alone
the snow
the ice
the horses of my regiment
were like brothers at my wake
they died that way and not some other way
like a riderless horse at the funeral of a dignatory
we all died at Eylau
and the earth welcomed us
like prophets from some remote dawn
that man who steals my past steals not my future
like a ghost at the banquet of the fates
and I did not die at Eylau
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