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No Matter Which Word It Is, When I Pronounce Repeatedly, It Ends Up Sounding Utterly Ridiculous And Meaningless To Me.

A Woman's Passion Is Not The Measure Of A Man's Love.

I Love The Pride Whose Measure Is Its Own Eminence And Not The Insignificance Of Someone Else.

Why Do Comparisons Of Words And Tone Poems (poetry And Music) Never Take Into Consideration That The Word Is A Mere Signifier, But That The Sound, Aside From Being A Signifier, Is Also An Object?

If Someone Were To Think That Trees Are Made To Support The Sky, They Would All Seem Too Short.