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I migrate in vainIn every city I drink the same coffeeand resign myself to the waiter's impassive faceThe laughter of nearby tablesdisturbs the evening's musicA woman walks by for the last timeIn vain I migrateensuring my own alienationI find the same crescent moon in every skyand the stubborn silence of the stars