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When A Man's Hand Touches The Hand Of A Woman, They Both Touch The Heart Of Eternity.

You Are A Flower Crushed Beneath The Feet Of The Animal That Is Concealed In A Human Being. Take Comfort, In That You Are The Flower Crushed And Not The Foot That Has Crushed It.

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth./the Archer Sees The Mark Upon The Path Of The Infinite, And He Bends You With His Might That His Arrows May Go Swift And Far.

A Little While, A Moment Of Rest Upon The Wind, And Another Woman Shall Bear Me.

Beauty Shall Rise With The Dawn From The East.