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'''Nothing is beautiful than observing nature, the society and weaving words into lines, lines into stanzas, to express your deepest feelings and views of life'''
''A man without weakness has no passion. what you love is your weakness.''
The memories of my early daysBecome as green leavesOf the dew morningWhenever I beholdThe women of the crescent moon and starIn this new worldIn gowns of manifold stylesWith their bareness locked in their robes