"I was a harp of gold, living strings strung, every time I tune, the wind played with me, the sun made me tense. But love hit a forte so passionate, that my strings broke ... However, I submitted the harp to a live fire and I put steel strings, and now I who press ... So I imagined everything that he had never seen anywhere, and which I have thirst "
(I'm in the beautiful terror)
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