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Yes, I will
try to be. I love for
the sake of what I loved, The flowers
that you hold in your hands was born Chimeras come singly and leave accompanied. Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists. More grievous than tears is the sight of them. We tear life
out of life to use it For as long
as and insofar as it cannot be, When everything is finished, the mornings are sad. Only a few
arrive at nothing, because the way is long. Human
suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless.
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