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Will the day's vanity be the night's remorse?
When the light doesn't let us see ourselves and the darkness of the night punishes our confronted thoughts.
Me, myself and I
- LOOKSandMOVES
- San Sebastián - Stockholm
- Artist, fashion activist, ballbreaker.
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Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night,
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in the realms of day.
FELIZ AÑO!!
UNA MAS PARAEL BODY.
L.R.
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