[NARRATOR] This is a poem from one of many nice Romantic masters, Pars (1812 – 1843), who died of tuberculosis. Many suspect its lilting traces conceal a intelligent riddle, alongside its unusual ending line, seeming to signify the complete fall from sanity of the poem’s topic.

Riddles in extra, dost their worth I depress?

Goodbye, to you two, I’ll see you… sometime.

But to avoid wasting them, this love, gently spiraling…

See them after, their love thou should redress.

And because the blue jays fly away…

[NARRATOR] This riddle is as of but unsolved. The work resolves right into a maddening scrawl, however one closing phrase stays.

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