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Frost and smoke. A white shirt of stars burns your worn-out shoulders, and God's vultures tear at your metallic heart.

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Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.

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Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.

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For whoever is lonely there is a tavern.

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The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.

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Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters.

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I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

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When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood.

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The icy wave of eternity would engult the golden image of man.

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The guilt of newborns is immense.

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Despair, night in the grieving senses.

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The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.

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Though man a thinking being is defined, Few use the grand prerogative of mind. How few think justly of the thinking few! How many never think, who think they do!

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Oh that it were my chief delight To do the things I ought! Then let me try with all my might To mind what I am taught.

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Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother.

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I thank the goodness and the grace Which on my birth have smiled, And made me, in these Christian days, A happy Christian child.

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Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes and vain desires, Here, our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires.

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The rest, called literature, is a dossier of human imbecility for the guidance of future professors.

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Thought is made in the mouth.

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And left the flushed print in a poppy there.

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