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Route shangri-laMy soul's haven; my solace, the only refreshment my soul takes, oh, how i long for your arrest, because your station is where i find rest, i love it when my heart thump silently under the influece of your violent peace, you're a companion there's no question the reason i have those sober reflections, me plus you equals perfect synergy, little wonder we take trips without itineraries, i pray you never stop to amuse me, dear beloveth music |
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.