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I give him everything he wants for nothing in return.
We drive out to the hills and lie beneath the darkening twilight sky,
and how I love the knowledge that I’ll never ever learn.
And the stars don't shine for me and you

they shine no matter what we do

Stars, the Indelicates

★ ★ ★

As if the soul's abundance does not sometimes spill over
in the most decrepit metaphors, since no one can ever
give the exact measure of their needs, their ideas, their afflictions,
and since human speech is like a cracked cauldron
on which we knock out tunes for dancing bears,

when we wish to conjure pity from the stars

Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert

★ ★ ★

I always meant to ask you about the war
and what you saw across a bridge too far, did it leave a scar?
Or how you navigated wings of fire and steel ,
up where heaven had no more secrets to conceal,
and still you found the ground beneath your wheels. How did it feel?

Bang the drum slowly.

Bang The Drum Slowly, Emmylou Harris

★ ★ ★

When you mean to tell her
that you have no love to give her,
then she gets you on her wavelength
and she lets the river answer
that you've always been her lover
and you want to travel with her

and you want to travel blind

Suzanne, Leonard Cohen

★ ★ ★

Let me hear nothing of the moon,
in my night there is no moon,
and if it happens that I speak of the stars,

it is by mistake

Molloy, Samuel Beckett

★ ★ ★

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