Every heart sings a song, incomplete,
until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
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“As the sun, revealer of all objects to the seer, is not harmed by the sinful eye, nor by the impurities of the objects it gazes on, so th...
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