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A window covered with raindrops interests me more than a photograph of a…


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I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying. CHARLIE…


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Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door…


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I'm not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my reality is just different from…


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How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on…


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The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my…


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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire,…


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When art critics get together they talk about Form and Structure and…


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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely,…


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And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the…