I am pressed again today,
        The screw turns and presses me,
        The stars turn and press me too.
        Between the trees,
        A yellow light shines on the church tower.
        A car passes on the road.
        I exist only to see and hear these things:
        I am pressed by them.
        And, pressed, the clear juice
        Runs free from out of me,
        To run, run into the earth.

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