I think you might be about to teach me
The tenderness and fury of love,
The flight of birds,
The fall of dynasties,
The colours of day and night.
Why do I toil in my corner,
Inventing jokes to make you laugh?
Because your laughter
Is a golden elixir
That I, an ancient Jew, rush to capture
In flasks of Venetian glass.
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