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Слушать(AI)I Know I Alone
I know,
I
How much it hurts, this
With no faith nor
Nor melody nor thought.
Only I, only
And none of this can I
Because feeling is like the sky -Seen, nothing in it to see.
Fernando Pessoa
Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa (13 June 1888 – 30 November 1935) was a Portuguese poet, writer, literary critic, translator, publisher and phi
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Sonnet XXIII
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Sonnet XXIX
My weary life, that lives On the foiled off-brink of being e'er but this, To whom the power to will hath been And the will to renounce doth also miss;
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