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Saša Milivojev is a famous writer, poet, journalist columnist and political analyst... One of the most read columnists in Serbia, he is the author of five books, and numerous columns published in various daily newspapers. He is the author of the novel „The Boy from the Yellow House“ and of political speeches. His work has been translated into around twenty languages across the world.

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev - WHEN THE FIREFLY IS GONE

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Saša Milivojev

WHEN THE FIREFLY IS GONE

 

Saša Milivojev - WHEN THE FIREFLY IS GONE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

LARVAE

 

 

Nine
 Evening
 A bright speck soars
 Darkness from the sky
 The spinning of a wedding dance
 The sound of waves crashing
 Against the rocks
 Lava runs through the veins
 A multitude of larvae
 Behind the rocks
 Shine instead of moonlight

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

EYES

 

 

In the eyes it is seen
Innocence to tuck you in
 To bind you with wire
 By peeling off the scales,

to consume the soul
 To make a coronet of straws
 For the eyes that nail the words
 Like stakes
 To the heart’s silk membrane
 The eyes’ shine tells
 How lonely they are
 How dreamy they are
 For a touch
 A fleeting touch

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

THE NOOK

 

 

There was a dance of light
 In a gloomy room
 My battle within a battle
 Tiptoeing
 Not to be heard
 In the nook of my ailment
 Of a dream eternal
 Imagination refracts
 Into a fan of rays
 Waiting for a sign
 My soul dreams
 My heart is forged
 My body is still
 Yet someone can hear
 A fervent word spoken
 As hot lead
 Letter by letter drips
 Like an echo from the abyss
 The climax of a magical tune
 Invites my dreams
 To catch the words
 For you
 For me
 For us
 In our nook
 Of secrets

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

ON THE ICEBERGE

 

 

Perfection in feathers
A halo caught in black hair
My penitence eternal
As fear turns me
Into dust
My heart snaps
Like guitar strings
The body is not a body
As she won’t say
She also longs
To melt on the iceberg

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

WINE AND FIRE

 

 

Imagine
 You and I
 Destiny
 A night awakening
 A spring that brings calmness
 Body against body
 Eye to eye
 Wine and fire
 Heaven opens
 Sand and sweat
 Waves crashing
 A touch irresistible
 Alone
 Free as birds
 Broken by love
 Exhausted by passion

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

TILL THE WORLD’S END

 

 

Just one more moment
 Of dying for you
 An aching wound inside me
 Nourishes body and soul
 Like a salty tear
 You are my aching wound
 Let me beg you
 And love you and love you
 Like the bees love the flowers
 As a swallow on one’s palm
 As spring in blossom
 I love till the world’s end
 Just one more moment
 Of dying for you

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

AT THE RIVER’S END

 

 

Love
 Like an endless river
 A firefly awaits
 Shining from afar
Behind the darkness
 Behind the clouds
 Behind the sighs

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

GO

 

 

Go
 When you awake
 Spend the day with another
 Vanish like a dream
 The moonlight has dripped
 In my eyes
 I have no more words
 Go
 We have tried so much
 Yet we have lost
 What we dreamed of
 We loved each other so much
 And now I say
 Go
 Vanish
 Vanish into oblivion

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

COME BACK

 

 

Come back
In a slumber
In a contellation
I listen for your soft steps
Vanished touches of mute fingers
Wrap my untouched neck
Like a wineglass overfilled
Like mother’s warmth
I miss
Your dazzling visage
Come back
From afar and remember
Our stage that is washed
By silver rains
Come back
From afar
Say my name no more
But come back
And use no more
Wingless birds to send
Teary letters
In the faded skies
Search for a path of return
As I have waited for you so long
I play with tears
Living every tone
Of our song
Come back
Freeze next to me
So we can melt together

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

A SLUMBER FIREFLY

 

 

Stillness stillness stillness
 Stillness stillness stillness
 A candle burns softly
 Vanishes
 The ink from the quill
 The moonlight calls
 Seeping through the windows
 Stillness eternal stillness
 Walls uttering
 Words
 Soothing aches
 I put out the candle with a tear
 And followed the moonlight
 To search for happiness
 Through a dark forest
 In a wrinkled slumber
 I listen to the beasts
 Breathing
 A plough
 I drag
 My soul
 Attacked by them fiercely
 And when a cloud covers the moon
 A firefly leads me on
 Lighting the way
 The slumber never to end

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

A MEMORY

 

 

Clear water
The smell of withered nature
I sneak through your thoughts
You lead me to oblivion
Shedding endless moonlight
You
Like a wonderful rainbow
I breathe you in
As warm southern air
In ecstasy
A trace in time
An inscription on the stone
A memory of you forever
Like when the painting fades
Suddenly
Take me to the past
So I can give you back
What you gave me
I disappeared in a gust of wind
That summer long ago
When sadness stood between us
The clock fell silent
And I continued promenade through

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

A FAIRY'S CIRCLE DANCE

 

 

A circle of fairies enraptured
When a soul dreamed the word
I was drawn by a fairy’s hair
Infinity smells like her
In my yearning
I was lost
The circle danced blindly
And then I told you
I wished to leave and for you to take me
To sheets of white
And again whenever I remember her
And how we played
When the clock chimes from afar
The distant golden hair
On which I fly to joy
When I feel again
The youth of a hungry heart
The circle ticks and tacks

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

TAKE ME

 

 

Take me to eternity
With the smell of moist hair
With the sadness of a spring night
Take me
I lie on a black moth’s wing
Circling round the lampion
Through the darkness
Vanishing like dust
Carried by the wind
The truth I won’t accept
Saddened by the cold look
I fall into Hades
If you still exist
Come and take me to the midst of people

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

ACROSS THE RIVER

 

 

With the music
As if it were spring
I wandered into the woods
Riding a stag
Deprived of time and love
There
Where shadows grew vivid
Where black snows fell
I searched for the river of wine
Intoxicated by the smoke
Of a burning thicket
What I longed for
Rots again
There
When I told
The fairy on water
To take me
With her flaming hair
With dew so fresh
To her white garden of magic
When the soul ascends
It vanquishes the ritual
And freezes the heart
I will release the stag
And nature will lead it
Across the river
Far away

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

TO THE DREAM MARKET

 

 

I throw memories down the well
And, leaving, I hear the echo of tears
I do not want to have my face
Treading on my own verse
Tied in knots
Like a frightened doe
I run across the glass bridge
To the old place
Where Light and Darkness part
Where sweet dew awaits me
To play a man again
To hear the sound of a horn
To reach the market where dreams are sold
Where they cure aches and memories
You will never hear me laugh
For I still mould my sin
And wait
Wait for you
To cross the glass bridge

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

THE PIANO

 

 

My life is in C minor
Lost in harmony
It urges me to remember
To rise and fly again
To show I know how to love
That which dominates
And plays with me
To give up
To resolve
To turn into stone
I’m a cursed C minor
Sing through me
If you sing E
I am here
If you sing A
I am modulated
And a new life begins
Everything takes a different shade of sorrow
While they laugh at me
For adorning myself with A minor
Hey
I closed the piano lid
And echoed away into silence
In order to return in three years
To open the lid and know forever
That my soul sings in C minor

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

LIFT

 

 

On the first floor
Whiteness
A faded memory
A saddening distance
No one is around
I shut the iron door
I pushed number two
Afraid of unease and memories
Screaming
I was five
On the third floor
I saw
A multitude of children moving
The swallows’ first flight
And me falling down
From the flock
Into black mud
Yet the heart of jade
Is on the fourth floor
I spoke to the flock
Through my poems
My first colours and tones
A poet’s fate
The cable snapped
I fell into the basement
Condemned to wander forever
Through its labyrinths

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

LABYRINTH

 

 

I run
Everything looks the same
Grey
Disquieting
Still breathing
Corridor after corridor
I shout
Evading the shadow
Cold
Brightness sucked in by the fog
I move towards the light
To catch its end
I hear a voice calling
I look at the clock
Time playing with me
At each corridor entrance
I decode the number
I will die
Sweat dripping
They loved me
They locked me in the labyrinth
My strength is almost spent
My soul is leaving
You will find me
There at the end
Through brightness into infinity

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

NOT AFRAID OF FATE

 


Again
I am born again
First breath
Pain
Crying
Again I see arrays of colours
Everything has changed
What madness
It’s like a fairy tale
The taste of mother’s milk
I stretch
I grow
Lost in the sounds of a dream
The light plays
At the verge of time
Crawling on scratched knees
When I unknowingly said
Momma
From a distant memory
Walking
Going up and down the stairs
Eager to try it all
Wandering far away in my thoughts
Speaking with nature
Intoxicated by her melodies
And when they yelled at me
Don’t do that and that
Through life I walked
Clairvoyant and blind
To kindergarten
Where I met friends
With bat ears
And there I sat alone
Not vain
But lonesome
Lost
In my own landscapes
And when I burned the colouring books
And discovered the sound of the school flute
When I felt the strength of written words
That heal the darkness
I wrote
I played and sang
Until I fell in love for the first time
And woke up again
Biljana
Marija
Tijana
Hermina
Marina
Dragana
Sladana
Who would think
That I loved so much
And played music for them
First cigarettes and drunkenness
Bad company
I see myself in the fog
When I was a boy
Who could not show emotions
When I created illusions
Of having friends
Behind the darkness
Friends that know my
Secret behind a sigh
They laughed behind my back
When I painted too
In each effort of mine
They saw an unsound mind
Let it be
I fight
Not afraid of fate
And loving my age

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

NO

 

 

I fall with the rain
Courage is urging me
To say to the people
No
A wonderful lightning on my face
The terminus of a silvery fancy
Calling me
Tell me an honest poem
So I can fly with it
And a word of comfort to ease the pain
For long have I searched
A candle in the dark
Dying in fear
I listened to the pain of night birds
No
A late-night hour
Calling me
To share the solitude
Calling me
No
I said
No

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

ESCAPE

 

 

I started walking thirsty
 An endless expanse
 I saw myself on the other side
 Walking towards me
 Am I him
 Or is he me
 My body carried me
 Not deluded by the dream
 Thick wheat slowing me down
 Sweat trickling
 The sun murderous
 Then he saw that I was he
 And fled into the sunflower field
 Tired of searching
 In vain
 I went home
 Without myself

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

FORBIDDEN

 

 

You forbade me to gaze at the Sun
And when dresses fall from rooftops
You forbade me to laugh
And cry in grief
You forbade me to love
To think freely
To have a grain of hope
And while I fall from the sky on the concrete
Please
Let me live
And sneak away
Into my vicious cycle
For which I long
I will go on singing
What you want to hear
I will just sing
But I will never get over
You forbidding me to sing

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

A BIRD IN A CAGE

 

 

Here I fall again
A drop from a roof-gutter
Alone
A message dripping
Sadness springs from the heart
I hear the tambourine in my silence
When friends break your heart
No one around to help
Alone
Like a bird in a cage
Daylight
Awaking delirious
Wine and cigarettes
Colours
Songs and notes
I fall down the scale
Composing tunes
Light specks
Land on ledger lines
I see myself upside down
Laughing and rejoicing
In my own bonds
Alone
Like a bird in a cage
A dream
I am lost in madness

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

NO ONE TO DEDICATE A POEM TO

 

Bitterness
I have no one
To dedicate my poem to
Emptiness
Silence echoes
There is no one
All those I respect
I cannot reach
To show them
I’m ordinary
Normal
And reasonable for everything
I write
Hoping that someone will hear me
And I have no one
To dedicate my poem to

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

BLIND ALLEYS

 

 

Concrete
Glass
Rain
Gloom
All is withered
Black birds
I’m at the beginning
I’m at the end of the alley
O, Virgin
Please
Every verse I will sing
You genuinely verify
Through new eyes
The remnants of people
I recognise in satyrs
That walk around in metropolises
Using lies and cheating
Adorning themselves with others’ merits
Fighting with hidden horns
The remnants of people I recognise
In rabid cats
That lurk and bite
In blind alleys
At pharmacies
In discotheques
At desks and hotels
In exclusive restaurants
In theatres and on screens
Tetanus for the body
While the soul is rolling
Like a ball on the concrete
Wild sex
Opiates and gandbangs
Whips and feet
And blow-up dolls
Business
Prostitutes
Innocent girls
All along the alley
We nourish predators
And see nothing when they catch their prey

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

THE MOUSE

 

 

The smell of must and decay
The mouldiness of walls
The smell of dirty dishes
Torn underwear instead of a mop
I look at the crumbs of the floor
I drink yellow water from a filthy glass
I listen to it nibbling on something
Crawling in the sink
Sitting quietly with a cigarette
I saw the tail on the plate
Moving
A puppy under the table
Groaning because of fleas
A bowl with milk
Full of bugs and flies
Ooh
A mouse on the plate
I took a dirty ladle
I’ll go crazy
It pointed its grey ears
I watched it
It watched me sorrowfully
As if it knew its fate
It made no move
The ladle banged on it
It screamed with pain
I’m sorry that it was
A victim of dirty dishes

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

THE RAT

 

 

We met at the staircase
 It looked at me
 I looked at it
 It was thinking
 I was thinking
 It smiled
 I smiled
 Then I took it in my hands
 And stroked it

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

TO PUT THE SUN OUT

 

 

They are leaving
 Through my dirty windows
 I see the shadows in the distance
 The sound of footsteps disappears in the silence
 And a voice lures me
 To scream out my tears
 To return into my madness
 To forget everything
 To hang my soul on the washing line
 My heart to stop the earth
 To put the sun out
 The End

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

PRAYER

 

 

I return to you Lord my God
Punish me
 Punish me for not loving
 Punish me my Lord
For not praying to you enough
 So that my hands are not empty
 For not feeling a warm look
 For running away from the warmth
 Punish me
For not fearing loneliness and silence
 Like an intoxicated dance of fire
 My every thought is a sin
 My every smile
 Punish me
Kill me
 Our father, who art in heaven
 Hallowed be thy name
 When my body is laid to rest
 May your kingdom
 Take me in its chains
 It is your will
 I know
 You know
 Everyone knows
 This pain is tearing me apart
 And forgive me not my trespasses
 As I forgive not
 Those who trespass against me
 I went through all the temptations
 And came back to you again
 To pray to you
 Not to deliver me from evil
 On earth as it in heaven
 Let my body disintegrate
 Punish me
 Please
Kill me
 Let no one
Shed a tear for me
Or say anything
As no one can be
Genuinely hurt
 By God’s peace
I only wish
To sleep forever

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

A NIGHT SHEPHERD

 

 

A firefly shines
It dawns in the distance
I change my clothes
In the dark silence
It’s freezing cold
A cathedral
I will open its door
I will climb the stairs
I will jump on the clock’s hands
A sheep is rolling over the sky
The priest is waking up
Time takes away my staff
And the constellation is raving mad again

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

PRIMORDIAL SIN

 

 

East
I exist
I stand
Frozen in a cursed temple
A black crow in my hand
Blood is trickling down the frescoes
Grave suffering
Saints are crying
Walls are moaning
Like an echo from the past
The fog
Before the sacred altar
It’s all desolate
Like the Sahara
My heart is being torn apart
It’s all black
The only thing shining above
Is a half of the innocent Jesus Christ
I exist
I stand
Frozen
I feed on sinful blood
I move to the West
To the cathedral for an attack
Feeding the flock with my poems
And there I find the same
Myself standing
Frozen
Afraid of the hoarse sound of the organ
But since I exist
I will not allow
Oneness to be on two world’s sides
Fate is still cursed
I stand
Singing a sad song in the choir
Frozen
Like a chestnut in the wood
Helpless
I stand
Frozen
I
Where the sun rises
And me here
Emptiness
I have nowhere to go
Crucify me too
Without the last sip of wine

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

IN AN OLD CHURCH

 

 

I woke up
In an old church
Its roof leaking
A drop fell on my forehead
And I saw God’s face

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

LET ME GO

 

 

Let me go
My life is a poem
My word a fountain
To quench your thirst
I
A servant of God
The advice you reject
I claim that I speak unconsciously
That I do not play with that
Which entangles within me
As a tone in hair
My soul is carried
By something high
Above and away
Too far and deep
Do not reject me
Let me go
Though I’m just a poem
Which is spoken
God is in me
So much that I become unaware of letters
The tireless hunt for words within
Let me live
As long as there is something to say
Once my hand turns into stone forever
My life is a poem
God's flame
Let me resurrect

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

AT THE CROSSROADS

 

 

Again I hear the trumpets
 And a wedding party from afar
 It raises the dead
 They are coming
 And I'm leaving
 Embroidering the shroud
For myself
 Made of cheap verses
 Of wails and pains
That no one can hear
 In the silence
At the crossroads
 I speak to the Light and the Darkness

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

THE LAST HORSEMAN

 

 

White, everything is white
 The walls are moving
 A body in hospital sheets
 White horses pull the bed
 The soul crawls behind them and begs
 White
 Around the bed
 Angels dance in a circle
 The sky sheds its clothes
 Give me back my body
 To forge my heart
 I do not want to travel anymore
 Through this endless field
 Wrapped in white sheets

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

SEE-SAW

 

 

When I climb
Up the tall clear sky
A narrow path unfolds
A see-saw screeching beside it
I rock on the glowing beam
Watching through the clouds
They climb up the threads
And turn into flowers
Cursing memories
The dream crumbles down
And the meadow above
Sings at the top of its voice

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

DOOR

 

 

At heaven’s door
I watch through the keyhole
All my friends
Angels and devils
Chasing me
The opera has started
But I heard no overture sounds
Running away on the milky way
Picking fond memories from the sky
No longer do I recognise those faces
I stumbled over
The fake tears of the moon
I open the door
Returning to myself
And they are left with a shadow
If someone understands
That an archangel will be sculpted from it
I am leaving
My music is not there
The knots of my verses that I can untangle
Are not there

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

MAGNET

 

 

Plus and minus
The sun
The moon
The earth
A fervent wish
The harmony of bodies
Minus and minus
When one has no one
Has nothing
Is with no one
Plus and plus
When something is calling
But rejecting
The sound of a sea organ
The clash of clouds
The blood quickens
The sun plays with lava
People will be stripped of their poles

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

A CRY

 

 

Apollo’s discus
Fine blond hair
The echo of the universe
The strong winds of Zephyr
The sun’s heat
Melted the wax wings
And I fall again
Why am I not a shadow
To be torn into two pieces
In the air
Why do I not have an apple instead of a heart
To have an arrow driven through it
Why is uncertainty so agonising
Let the blade cut the neck
A curse
A choir is singing
Purple colours of dreams
A verse fallen from the lips
The thirst of withered lilies
From whose petals
We will hear a woeful
Cry

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

SUNSET

 

 

God is sleeping
I hug the sun
In the orange sky
The magnet is playing
Orange hookah
The muddy water of the Nile
A secret
An echo of silence is heard
Fingers on lips
A thought
Pyramid in the chest
Shiny steel
A touch
Like a mummy
I fell asleep
Eternally
Among red corals
And God is awakening

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

ON A KILIM

 

 

I trembled when you were gone
Away from the terrors of time
Metal and synthetics
In the Near East
I float on a kilim
Down a gusting wind
Allah
Raises dust
Water, closer
The smoke of a hookah
That’s what we are
Shhh
Something's breathing
It’s me
It’s you
We are lost

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

CONVERSATION WITH ALLAH

 

 

You
The Ruler
The Master of Worlds
Allah
Merciful
Compassionate
I praise and pray
Before my I eyes I had a veil
Grave suffering captured in my body
I waited
In the lines of fake believers
I did not get
A painkiller for my soul

I turn to You
For help
Take my sight and sense of hearing
If I sinned
Because I wandered
And trusted non-believers
Believed in truth and lies
You are all-knowing
I kneeled before my people
With my head down I walked everywhere
Warm words I spoke
I gave my heart
Like a mosaic to everyone
I did good deeds
I loved
Though I was never taught how
That's why I turn to You
Accept my penitence
And this book as a testimony
About those who strayed
People seem to think
The only beauty is in that for which they yearn
Women
Sons
Mounds of money
Gold and silver
Factories
Cars and beautiful horses
And I would rather go to your Jannah gardens
Through which a lovely river runs
There I will be your servant
And write poems
The way You tell me
When you put my heart together like a mosaic
My soul disentangle
Like knots
Intertwined rivers
Oh, sea of pain
I float
And beg you to open your dams
And mercifully
Compassionately
Free me from evil

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

WHEN THE FIREFLY IS GONE

 

 

The tide shies away from the sand
 Under the dark clouds
 Someone is waiting
The lyre is calling for it
 To fly down and shine
 Fiery wires
 Weave soft sentences
 The water is still now
 It’s turned to oil
 The light speck has gone away
 The lyre has fallen silent
 And the shore remains deserted
 Forever

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

 THE HEALER

 

 

Close your eyes and listen to the
 Sky
 Receive light
Through my body
 Sky
 The stars’ entire light
 Is absorbed by your body
 From burning hands
 The endless warmth
 Is so beguiling

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

VOLCANO

 

 

Below the naked sky
A hole is seething
An avalanche is boiling
The sun is melting away
Who protects you
From the burning rain
Now that you are gone

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

THE FIREFLY AND THE WIND

 

 

Thunder rumbles
 The poles melting
 Waves crashing
 Towns sinking
 I prayed to heaven
 The wind has extinguished you
 I will go barefoot on ice
 Freeze myself going after you
 My love

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

LOCUSTS

 

 

Black mountains are crumbling
 The locusts hiss all around
 Suddenly all is gone
 The buzzing has harvested it all
 Gnawed bones
 Float soaked

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saša Milivojev

 

 

ICE AGE

 

 

An endless plate of ice
The camel carries me
Treading heavily
Icy tears from sobbing splutter
It stumbles
Over the tips of the pyramids
Weeping
The soul is wrenched
My firefly is not here
At nine
As it once was

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Translated by ALKEMIST

European translation agency

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Copyright © for Serbia: Filip Višnjić A.D. 2010.

 

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