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and stars, where were they? He knocked at the doors of the farms and found good in man only—not in Law or Order, but in individual man alone. Farm Laborers By James Matthew Barrie (English poet, playwright and novelist, born 1860) Grand...

falling stars, so ordinary. And there my heart will truly be warm and feel you for sure, It will see your smile, your touch, so full of love, holy and pure. It will be soaked in your words, your beauty so ethereal, as rain, Nothing else...

the stars. At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are...

And I felt ready to live it all again too. As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Auch dort...