The night's silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light
of its milky way.

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Around the sunny island of Life swells day and night death's
limitless song of the sea.

253
Is not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hills,
drinking the sunlight?

254
The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is
the unreal.

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Find your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the
boat that has the grace of the wind and the water.

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The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.

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I live in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the
least less. Lift me into thy world and let me have the freedom
gladly to lose my all.

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The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.