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There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.

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Schubert - Impromptu Op. 90 No. 1
Performed by Alfred Brendel

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If I wrote the word flower,
would it still grow like a flower?
If I wrote a poem concerning a river,
would the water still flow in the eyes of the reader?

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I am too close for him to dream of me.
I don’t flutter over him, don’t flee him
beneath the roots of trees. I am too close.
The caught fish doesn’t sing with my voice.
The ring doesn’t roll from my finger.
I am too close.

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