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“Since Love has made ruins of my heartThe sun must come and illumine them.Such g…”

“How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off…”

“And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?”

“God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.Each note is a need coming through …”