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| 10 Août 2012
"A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician, who feel that they are moved and softened, yet know not whence or why.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
("In Defense of Poetry")
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Tuesday, August 14, 2012
A Nightingale
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