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music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.

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Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.
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Joke Listen Lonely People
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Business Ourselves
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.
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Fear Greatness Moments Myself See
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
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Death Desire Flower Memories Rain Season Spring
Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.
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Past Present Science Time
We don’t actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.
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Absence Death Fade Fear Ourselves
Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.
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Be Yourself Feeling Self Love Thinking
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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Deep Knowledge Lost Wisdom
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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Change Language Voice Word
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
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Humanity Reality
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
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Election Fake Live Peace Politics
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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Growth Poet
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
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Acceptance Past
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
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Failure Writing
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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Myself Pieces Ruin

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