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  4. the national, roma | 23-7-14

     
  5. time was not passing | it was turning in a circle

     
     
  6. A blindness that touches perfection but hurts just like anything else.

     
     
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  14. But if you could just see the beauty,
    These things I could never describe,
    These pleasures a wayward distraction,
    This is my one lucky prize.

     
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