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Tonight I Think Again Of Many Days That Are Sacrificed For One Night Of Love. Of The Waste And The Fruit Of The Waste, Of Plenty And Of Fire. And How Painlessly-time.

The World Of Religion Isn't A Logical World; That's Why Children Like It. It's A World Of Worked-out Fantasies, Very Similar To Children's Stories Or Fairy Tales.

And As We Stray Further From Love, We Multiply The Words. Had We Remained Together We Could Have Become A Silence.

Behind All This, Some Great Happiness Is Hiding.

Even If A Poet Writes About Sitting In A Glass House Drinking Tea, It Reflects Politics.