Julian Tuwim 1894-1953)

A kerosene lamp was burning dimly,
They carried away on black stairs,
On black wooden stairs,
They were walking, walking, coming down,
They were whispering and telling something,
They were inclining their hands,
Nodding,
They were walking, walking, coming dawn
It was snowing, it was wet
They were wringing their hands.

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