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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 XXVII
How yesterday is long ago The Is a fixed infinite distance from to-day, And bygone things, the first-lived as the last,
