The wind and the chimes
and birds chirping. Damn them all.
I cannot hear the snow.
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- All poetry is supposed to be instructive but in an unnoticeable manner; it is supposed to make us aware of what it would be valuable to instruct ourselves in; we must deduce the lesson on our own, just as with life. -Goethe
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