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The senses are intended to mislead a man in love. I know, his watchful eye can see the angels flying in the sky but drawbacks of his ladylove, indeed. He's ears sharp enough to hear a bead of water working rocks, a quiet sigh of endless starless space and even thy conspiratorial whisper, thinking reed. But he is deaf to platitudes, buzzwords, suburban accent, vulgarisms and odds and ends because he listens to the sounds of metaphysic harmonies inside his own heart. He keeps eyes open wide to see love crossing its transcendent bounds. * См. перевод в комментарии 1. |
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