No need, don't cry. Sit and watch, how love pours through your throat.
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One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.
Child, we are all, to some extent, horses.
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Language is the house of being.
And that's a tragedy —Ahead to knowWhat will meet us in the world...Do not know, girls!
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