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I cannot sing
And I wouldn't dream
to raise a voice in front of the Queen!

I cannot hear
Though I'd shrill on my way down the hill

I cannot run
It's not such fun,
what with not getting those hottylicious buns!

I cannot see
The way most people see

Yet I see many have revealed;
blotting memories out,
and let them not be healed
or dealt with

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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.

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