TE16 Turkish Delight

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I saw how when a mother wept a child grew up when an animal cried I heard the trees complaining

Mountains rising steeply there’s a certain feeling in that

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Rather than wonder which lie to believe one comes finally to believe in belief alone and in the end not a single lie is left except for the thought that everything is real

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In the old text “face” when written meant a picture “eye” when written meant love and a “word” when written was poetry so some relationship must exist between writing “fall” and the heart and writing “summer” and childhood

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