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CIRCLE: I sleep to wake up, I wake up to sleep: dayafterdayafterday.
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MICROMANCE: To see and give up on her took only a moment.
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GREETING: Don't make the table, don't make the bed, I only came to say goodbye.
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THE GREAT GAME: Create a poet, then let him write his own poems.
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GUARANTEE: No matter how you attempt: Today you can't wash off the dirt of tomorrow.
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ABOUT BEAUTY: Some are beautiful, some need to be perceived they are, Some look alike an ugly I'm in love with.
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AXIOM: God is not believer. Folk is not democratic. The water is not thirsty.
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AXIOM: If you regard life as a battle, you will loose it immediately.
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AXIOM: The secret is not that we do ’not talk about’. The secret is: s p e e c h l e s s.
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SPHERE-EXPERIENCE: Sleeping with you I am dreaming about us: about sleeping with you.
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AXIOM: Except loving, every human deed: destruction.
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HAPPINESS: Plainly, like a little girl. Like a storm. Like an ’I don’t know’.
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MARRIAGE MEMORIAL: There are times when it is cleaner to break a plate instead of washing it.
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CIVILIZATION: Turnstile in the desert. Who bypasses it: non-existent.
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LOVE: Love is like when the wind flits the curtain. Not the wind, not the curtain, the flitting.
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