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This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say.

You Do Not See Clearly The Evil In Yourself, Else You Would Hate Yourself With All Your Soul. Like The Lion Who Sprang At His Image In The Water, You Are Only Hurting Yourself, O Foolish Man. When You Reach The Bottom Of The Well Of Your Own Nature, Then You Will Know That The Vileness Was From Yourself.

I Am So Mad With Love That Mad Men Say To Me - Be Still!

Whatever Purifies You Is The Right Path, I Will Not Try To Define It.

Not The Ones Speaking The Same Language, But The Ones Sharing The Same Feeling Understand Each Other.