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All Which Isn't Singing Is Mere Talking... And All Talking's To Oneself Alone But The Very Song Of (as Mountains Feel And Lovers) Singing Is Silence.

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The Artist Is Not A Man Who Describes, But A Man Who Feels.

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When Man Determined To Destroy Himself He Picked The Was Of Shall And Finding Only Why Smashed It Into Because.