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Horror Causes Men To Clench Their Fists, And In Horror Men Join Together.

We Do Not Pray For Immortality, But Only Not To See Our Acts And All Things Stripped Suddenly Of All Their Meaning; For Then It Is The Utter Emptiness Of Everything Reveals Itself.

I Did Not Know How To Reach Him, How To Catch Up With Him... The Land Of Tears Is So Mysterious.

What Did I Care About My Hammer, About My Bolt, About Thirst Or Death? There Was, On One Star, On One Planet, On Mine, The Earth, A Little Prince To Be Consoled! I Took Him In My Arms. I Rocked Him. I Told Him, 'the Flower You Love Is Not In Danger...i'll Draw You A Muzzle For Your Sheep...i'll Draw You A Fence For Your Flower...i' I Didn't Know What To Say. How Clumsy I Felt! I Didn't Know How To Reach Him, Where To Find Him...it's So Mysterious, The Land Of Tears.

If I Had Fifty-three Minutes To Spend As I Liked, I Should Walk At My Leisure Toward A Spring Of Fresh Water.