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"In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me," said the night
to the sun.

"I leave my answers in tears upon the grass."

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The Great is a born child; when he dies he gives his great
childhood to the world.

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Not hammerstrokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into
perfection.

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Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.
The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.

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To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the
complete truth.

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Asks the Possible to the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling
place?"

"In the dreams of the impotent," comes the answer.

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