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But A Haiku By Buson Came Into His Mind: 'i Try To Forget This Senile Love; A Chilly Autumn Shower.' The Gloom Only Grew Denser.

Even If You Have The Wit To Look By Yourself In A Bush Away From The Other Children, There Are Not Many Bell Crickets In The World. Probably You Will Find A Girl Like A Grasshopper Whom You Think Is A Bell Cricket.and Finally, To Your Clouded, Wounded Heart, Even A True Bell Cricket Will Seem Like A Grasshopper. Should That Day Come, When It Seems To You That The World Is Only Full Of Grasshoppers, I Will Think It A Pity That You Have No Way To Remember Tonight's Play Of Light, When Your Name Was Written In Green By Your Beautiful Lantern On A Girl's Breast.

Because You Cannot See Him, God Is Everywhere.

It's Remarkable How We Go On Year After Year, Doing The Same Old Things. We Get Tired And Bored, And Ask When They'll Come For Us

Our Language Is Primarily For Expressing Human Goodness And Beauty.