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He Moves Smoothly And Slowly, Carrying His Concentration Like A Brimming Cup.

The Tragedy Is Not To Die, But To Be Wasted.

Over This Odd World, This Half The World That's Dark Now, I Have To Hunt A Thing That Lives On Tears.

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One Can Only See What One Observes, And One Observes Only Things Which Are Already In The Mind.