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of the
Time
A strange one
thing
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history
currently
purely
nothing at all
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we She
During his lifetime
feel
or not
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knowing
that we
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equal
no more
alive
are
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of the
Time
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thing
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history
currently
purely
nothing at all
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we She
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feel
or not
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knowing
that we
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equal
no more
alive
are
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with time
Before me
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got to
want
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have had
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Being and nothingness
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Is formed
from the
laws
the nature
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write her
The result
from time
unbelievable
Mysteries too
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the challenge
To ice
Eternal truth
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Of thinking
The existence
Of cosmos
And world
The time is
experience
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In all things
the soul
And who
His mind
Think the
seekers
extravagant
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the people
say
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That he from
Time of his
Time nothing
knowing and
Better about it
is silent
The time began
With himself
at the beginning
of the world
With the procreation
of the human
And his birth
Give them testimony
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In it
story
The progress
Of the open
universe
In him we
a part
by him
Themselves
The divorce
in between
past
presence
And future
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is not
The development
Of consciousness
To humanization
is of
great importance
Others
they also
The holding
at a
Stubborn illusion
Just before
The end
become
The least
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Against the
seed
Who we
Without fruit
harvested
to have
The art
Of affection
based on
That they do not
from the
Wishing the
thoughts
and instincts
created
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Others in the
own
Even
As from
a source
shows up
That he
about that
Be silent
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with his
mood
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invade
Him up
His way
not with this
challenging
Let everyone
terminology
To the ground
Your silence
Take it all
Mood
In you true
Stay
in your
Anger in
Your anger
faithful
Your sorrow
All yours
shadow
the evil
Let others
secret
Walk carefully
Step and
Choose to
better
the next
step
trust
that you
the peace
in you
Itself
all alone
kia katoa
hanga kupu hou
ki te e tumu
Tō aha i rangona
Tangohia katoa
mood
e parau mau i roto ia a koutou
E noho
a koutou
i roto i to koutou
e nana nei
tou e riri ai
e pono ana
i to koutou mea pouri ki
katoa i to koutou
atarangi
te i te kino
kia era atu
mea ngaro
Haere atu kia ata
taahiraa me
te whiriwhiri i ki
pai ake
mau te rongo haere ake nei
takahi ai
whakawhirinaki
e koutou
mau te rongo
i roto ia a koutou
e kitea e ia ratou
katoa tangata tika
hoki te
koe
e whakaateatia
The pain
rages
opposite
With laughter
The Tosen
In the earth slit
In the endless
Inner depths
The night
Proposes in the
Winds fire
clouds
No one will
mourn
The am
own
Life remains
if the
Force of the
pain
To salvation
after this
Death calls
And matures
After years
captivity
In the grid
Of the prison
In their own
mind
Awakened by
Your picture
From storm
And bodily
distress
Your face
that
near
in the distance
late
Sores
without too
contact
in your
Arms
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Of the words
only your
voice
Your gesture
shows
there are
Of difference
From face to face
To light
In your face
A trust
as the
Only between
Child and
Mother je
happens
No seduction
Is meant
done
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Smile from
Grace and
Of seriousness
In both
mind
The melody
out
Both of them
A moment
from others
regardless
deeply touched
In the
city
fresh
moved in
is
The soul window
wide open
with a
light
Of a thousand
Suns
Of the
lower
Which her
In the shade
under
the roof
Of the sky
live
A whisper
and a
pleasures
मध्ये
शहर
ताजा
मध्ये
काढलेल्या
आहे
जगाची
आत्मा
विंडो
आतापर्यंत
उघडे
आपल्याबरोबर एक
प्रकाश
हजार
सूर्य तारे
च्या
आकाश काळे मेघाच्छादित होणे
अस्पृश्य समाज
अगोदर निर्देश केलेल्या बाबीसंबंधी बोलताना
त्यांच्या
सावलीत
त्या लोकांमध्ये
घराच्या छतावर
आकाशातील
जिवंत
एक कर्णोपकर्णी पसरत जाणारी गोष्ट
करा आणि
टिकणारे सुख
Lets you
figures
in itself
Switch and
prevail
starts
In the mind
before the
A soul
A story
The man
no more
to stop
can
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one
through
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know the
other
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advice
in the
own
shadow
on the
travel
The Reds
lips
the girl
Behind the
bar
she speaks
something of
love
Of their
lips
drops
the words
and me
know her
not at all
The heavenly direction
The mind
on our own
soul
Is not
with the
circle
the
golden
cut
and through
The return
to the
story
A myth
Currently
in the universe
By the number
measurable
to
make
It applies
Life
Not just the
scale
One iced
truth
on to
put
From moment
At the moment
change
The substance
transforms
themselves
the universe
the soul
in the
we live
After
long
Way through
dream
And night
gnashing
One as
predator
With greed
for power
After living
meat
the teeth
And no one
know why
one has
after all
The autonomous reason
and a
Pure soul
Your dream
even if
You him
me
tell
would
his
importance
can I
do not know
Because he
Would be
dream
continue
in me
With nine
pictures
Which is not
Your origin
Never close
are
Like
also
my
imagination
Like a lily
drops
Your mind
Remains to me
secret
And sealed
Even if
You in me
lively
are
Than I am
even
If I
wake up
I see
reality
Of world
I have to
Live me
without too
Your proximity
to touch
Because the
Night in
To me
Their natural
border
at my
skin
Basically
can I
not me
versus
fight
Against the
sweet image
To me
than your own image
in me
appear
The reason
is this
not in
My power
Me my
mood
to explain
My longing
My desire
To ignite
still
to
Erase
From one ’s own
hand
And why
Just you
that I
Do not know
So bodily
By my
being
walks
for years
by a
Hidden from me
the door
In the
dungeon
The keybund
also for
The tabernacle
Of today
world
The box
for one
damned
is empty
would otherwise have been
Since brilliants
diamonds
And money
to the
nevermore
Of his own
shadow
hand
had fled
leaves behind
This red
smeared
traces
on the
stairway
on the wall
The dew
the tears
A mother
In concert
With a thousand
Whistle
instruments
listening
of the
dying away
melody
The singing
bell
sound
one
naked
voice
And without
shame
dancing
on the
altar
What of
Outside
taken
it was
It is
Not
us
It is us
lent
Are the
amt
Of dignity
The serving
without too
Power
The Unconscious
that what
One is afraid
And hates
That I
soar
Wants the
youth
Explore
In melodies
What once
was
And it
Is still today
All life
from the
very own
source
Living force
The simple
The king
The dictator
the women
the gentlemen
with the
violence
about others
and makes
My travel
It will end
without too
completion
The window
To nothingness
Is always
Wide and open
The death
Makes daily
his work
To those
The go
have to
whether one
themselves
him
in a
forest clearing
To him
revoke
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neither
The gifted
want that
easy
To be there
Not him
be sufficient
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After an afterwards
One behind it
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to the
things; matters
Not his
soul
in everyday life
The poetry
To elicit
Gully usiku m'mphepete mwa msewu
cholembedwa
keychain
kutengedwera pambali
bokosi la makalata
kupeza
pa siteshoni ya sitima
galimoto ikuyendetsa
m'menemo ndi anzake osamveka
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beschrifteter
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aufgehoben getragen
den Briefkasten
hin zum Bahnhof
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mit undurchsichtigen
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smaller
make
as
one
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themselves
be
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protect
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by the
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bloodthirsty
in a
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penetration
want
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nestle
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with the
mind
itself
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not only
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from others
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so-called
good life
to take over
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live
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babes
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track
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incapability
honest to
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the other
directional
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for the purpose
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against the
incorporation
to be able to do something
do we have
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reality
with the
word
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exceeded
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is ours
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reasonable
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Is the case
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Wind and
The rainwater
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create
allowed
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earth’s gravity
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force of gravity
that we
Whether good
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day and
Night on
of the skin
From mother
Earth
My life
got me
My colors
that I
carry
Selected me
Lots of tears
went
about the
bridge
lowered
The stream
in the
river down
Nobody knows
my secret
Many times
I myself
Not for what
and why
The life
needs to
the truth
as a term
Of people
Do not operate
allow
Patience
means
not, that
I am
You mine
suffering
endure
I have to
not strong
Be around
prevail
To be able to
The truth
Is in
All things
one can
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for the purpose
interpret
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do
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No one
A truth
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Strength for
itself
hold tight
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on the
Path through
The life
Never applies
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another
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we must
border
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if we
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and
Things
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to our
fault
the others
and us
even
to the fact
of the offense
good reasons
to behavior
enumerate
make us
soft
the better
even
not with
of all strength
ourselves
the way
then
to show
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to entertain us
conversations
to lead
are the
threads
of the words
From a thousand
stories
interweave
and spun
escape
you can
one ’s own
say
and the
the others
not
what is spoken
is already
lost
Be happy
is a
one-sided
waste
Itself
in the
anxiety
In fear
therein
check
what remains
the
to wish
left
if
one
may be
if
one
his life
in him
stands
themselves
himself
has
The mind
goes far
down and deep
To the soul
in her
the self
the sun
the beauty
the stars
equal
midst
the small
insignificant me
I have my
To shape life
his promise
to keep
For years too
go up
I finally
forever
fall asleep
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of wet
cold
fear
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the others
not
wrong done
the inner
court
on the light
of the day
the mind
in half
sliced
stones
tell
her story
even if
your
font
barely
decipher
is and
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currently
down there
sufficient
pietre
dire
la sua storia
anche se
loro
tipo di carattere
a mala pena
decifrare
è
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nessun alfabeto
nella fossa
tempo
lì giù
abbastanza
homeland
is there
where one
for sure is
that nobody
something
take away
can
what us
for a
short
time in the
own
possession
one has
not
you have to
With strangers
knock
and ask
if you
His life wheel
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short time
to the career
insinuate
can
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that too
not
still
lost
coming
The dead
call
to us
to the memory
because they
had trouble
their own
steps
right
to steer
because they
even
your effort
with her
Life
they want
us in the
mind
us up
the shoulders
squat
so that we
it better
do
mortuus est
vocationis
nobis
ad mentem
quod
erat tribulationis
eorum
suum
gradibus
iustum
ut
trahere
quod
ipsum
angustiae suae
cum ea
vitae
erat
volunt
nobis
animo
nobis
umeris
sedent habentes
igitur
nobis
melius eo
facere
ډېر ناوخته
په خپل وخت
شته چې هلته
بايد وي
د ځای دی
نو نه
پیدا
په ناپايه
غلطه لاره
پر موضوعاتو
د پوښتنې ځواب
ولې موږ
دي
بدن
یک ابزار است
در
کشتی
از رویاهای
در شب
و در روز
پس از آن خسته شده اید
با تمام قدرت
روح
می گویند
است
آن درایو
جهان
بر
قبل از آن
کارخانه
حیوانات
و ما
مردم
در آن
داده
است
ਇੱਕ ਬੱਚੇ ਨੂੰ
ਤੱਕ ਹੈ, ਜੋ ਕਿ
ਅੰਤਰੰਗ ਐਕਟ
ਨੂੰ ਬੰਦ ਦੇ ਨਾਲ
ਨਜ਼ਰ
ਧਰਤੀ ਨੂੰ
ਖੂਨ ਦਾ ਰੌਲਾ
ਵਿਚ ਸੁੱਟ ਦਿੱਤਾ
ਜਾਗ ਕਰਨ
ਸੋਚਦਾ ਹੈ
ਨਾ
ਕਰਕੇ
‚ਤੇ
ਕਿ ਕੀ
ਚੱਕਰ
ਇਸ ਨੂੰ ਹੋ
ਚਿਹਰਾ
ਕਰਨ ਲਈ
ਪਵਿੱਤਰ
ਤਸਵੀਰ ਦਾ
ਸਾਡੇ ਲਈ
ਚਾਨਣ
ਲਿਆਇਆ ਹੈ
interiorul
puncte cardinale
cu care
pas
cu care
picior
noi ca
următor
pământul
sărut
Și, în cazul în care noi
în noi
în loc
aceasta
așteptați și
stativ
ar trebui să rămână