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Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the…


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The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From…


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The more one judges, the less one loves. HONORE DE BALZAC


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Whatever fortune brings, don't be afraid of doing things. HERMAN…


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I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman…


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I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers…


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My room was white with the sun        And Love cried out to me, “I am…


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Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The…


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My candle burns at both ends;    It will not last the night; But ah, my…


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I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees. PABLO……