The day is for whisperingand the night for other work…It passes in games and amusementPleasures never tire you out.
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The day is for whisperingand the night for other work…It passes in games and amusementPleasures never tire you out.
Human love may it be the miracle worker of this Universe. It casts hatreds into the abyss. May the Planet be cleansed…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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