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That nobody will love you like that
As for me
Oh i want to be your firmament
In your mouth of a song
In your wings always being in the wind
Your clod of salt
A sunbeam
That to where you say that
You want me to go
I go that you are my slip my happy country
My spring
My stairway to the sky if
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... winter such as when birds die
In the deep forests; and the fishes lie
Stiffened in the translucent ice, which makes
Even the mud and slime of the warm lakes
A wrinkled clod as hard as brick; and when,
Among their children, comfortable men
Gather about great fires, and yet feel cold:
Alas, then, for the homeless beggar old!
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William Blake
The Clod and the Pebble
From Songs of Experience
'Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair.'
So sung a little clod of clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet,
But a pebble of the brook
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... break?"
X.
Dear, the pang is brief,
Do thy part,
Have thy pleasure! How perplext
Grows belief!
Well, this cold clay clod
Was man's heart:
Crumble it—and what comes next?
Is it God?
Egy év múlva (Magyar)
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"You should get help, my friend." DH turned his attention to Fick. "Well?"
"I'm thinkink, I'm thinkink."
DH tossed his pencil aside. "This is hopeless. Even with that clod Itchie gone we lack something."
"Beer," said Fick. "Ve be out."
"Indomitable will," said DH.
"Huh?" chorused his deadly companions.
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