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FRANZ KAFKA IS DEAD

He died in a tree from which he wouldn't come down. "Come down!" they cried to him. "Come down! Come down!" Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. "I can't," he finally said, with a note of wistfullness. "Why?" they cried. Stars spilled across the blue sky. "Becuase then you'll stop asking for me."