the long search

When you have nowhere to go, go back to yourself.

Of a season...

The heartless summer is long gone

Soon the clouds will sail away

Rain will no more dance at my window

Where the dew drops will rest themselves

Waiting for the winter to come.

Nothing remains forever

But for the songs

Of a season lost

Nothing will remain

But for the memories

Of a season gone…

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If we admit that human life can be ruled by reason, then all possibility of life is destroyed