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The sun is sinking again.... In the west the sky is reddening ... as red as it was the day of my funeral....
The weather is clear.... Not a single cloud disturbs the even azure of the firmament.... The winter wind has fallen and the branches of the cypress trees have ceased their murmuring.... A gleam of blood-red light is striking on their black tips.... Over all the heavens and over all the earth a great and sombre beauty glows.... Splendor and Serenity ... reaching even into my soul....
Farewell....
FINIS.