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"That man can destroy life is just as miraculous a
feat as that he can create it,
for life is the miracle, the inexplicable. In the
act of destruction, man sets
himself above life; he transcends himself as a
creature. Thus, the ultimate choice
for a man, inasmuch as he is driven to transcend
himself, is to create or to destroy,
to love or to hate."
But she doesn't have a choice
To leave where she was living
Just to find the peace of being
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"...That loving , first of all,
Ain't coming from your head."
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But it is past,
For she is gone,
And now the rest
of life is on.
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Because the friends we meet in school,
Are boredom mates, are just a tool...
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נמאס לבהות
מצמוצים הגיעו
עפיפון אנושי |
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