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The giant moon burns brightlyawaken and become an audience
naked and free run to the sea
watch sprites of light
dance upon the waves
Retire to your sleeping dreams
for now this is your living dream
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The giant moon burns brightlyIn 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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