If one should tell them what`s clearly seen They`d not understand; if they understood they would not believe; If they understood and believed they`d say, "Hater of men, annihilating with a sterile enormous Splendor our lives: where are our lives?" A little chilled perhaps, but not hurt. But it`s quite true The invulnerable love is not bought for nothing. It is better no doubt to give crumbs than the loaf; make fables again, Tell people not to fear death, toughen Their bones if possible with bitter fables not to fear life. And one`s own, not to have pity too much; For it seems compassion sacks longer than the other colors, in this bleaching cloth.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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