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Here (jerusalem), Tears Do Not Weaken The Eyes, They Only Polish And Shine The Hardness Of Faces Like Stone.

Every Intelligent Person, Whether Hes An Artist Or Not - A Mathematician, A Doctor, A Scientist - Possesses A Poetic Way Of Seeing And Describing The World.

The Soul Inside Me Is The Last Foreign Language I'm Learning.

Behind All This, Some Great Happiness Is Hiding.

A Flock Of Sheep Near The Airport Or A High Voltage Generator Beside The Orchard: These Combinations Open Up My Life Like A Wound, But They Also Heal It. That's Why My Feelings Always Come In Twos.