[01:56.96]Echoes of cries ofpain reverberate in my heart.

[02:01.67]Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people

[02:08.23]—a hatedburden to their sons,

[02:10.97]andthewholeworldofloneliness,poverty, andpainmake amockery ofwhat human life shouldbe.

[02:19.28]Ilong to alleviate the evil, but Icannot, andItoo suffer.

[02:25.73]This has been my life.

[02:28.36]Ihavefound itworth living, andwouldgladly live it again

[02:32.52]if the chance were offeredme.

[00:01.43]Passage 4.ALittle Girl

[00:05.59]Sitting on agrassygrave, beneath one ofthewindows ofthe church,was a little girl.

[00:14.23]With herheadbent back shewas gazing up at the sky andsinging,

[00:19.37]while one ofher little hands waspointing to atiny cloud

[00:24.08]that hovered like agoldenfeatherabove herhead.

[00:28.56]The sun, which had suddenly become very bright, shining on her

glossy hair,

[00:35.01]gave itametallic luster, anditwasdifficult to saywhatwas the color,dark bronze orblack.

[00:52.40]that she didnot observemewhen Irose andwent towards her.

[00:57.00]Overherhead, high up in the blue,

[01:00.50]a lark thatwas soaring towards the same gauzy cloudwas singing,as if in rivalry.

[01:07.09]As Islowly approached the child,

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