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Night of Sleepless Love The night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was a god,… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
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I never heard weeping like that before or after; not from a child, nor a man wounded in the palm, nor a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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