Ancient
laughter wreathed in an ancient sorrow, relish it all no more. Capture with your eyes, tomorrow, and lazily drift ashore. Mystic psalms, ache away the time, lounge around and nudge sublime, Gently sway, to the river's calling, hope you know love is falling.
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"Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no...
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