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How heavy the days are How heavy the days are.

There's not a fire that can warm me, Not a sun to laugh with me, Everything bare, Everything cold and merciless, And even the beloved, clear Stars look desolately down, Since learned in my heart that !ove can die. Hermann Hesse

Walls
"ith no consideration, no #ity, no shame, they have built walls around me, thick and high. And now sit here feeling ho#eless. can't think of anything else$ this fate gnaws my mind % because had so much to do outside. "hen they were building the walls, how could not have noticed& 'ut never heard the builders, not a sound. m#erce#tibly they have closed me off from the outside world.

Constantine P. Cavafy

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