| When spring comes again | |
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| When spring comes again
Maybe she won't find me in the world anymore. Now, I like being able to think Spring is a person So I can imagine she'll cry, When she sees she's lost her only friend. But the Spring isn't even a thing: She's a manner of speaking. Even the flowers don't come back, or the green leaves. There are new flowers, new green leaves. There are other beautiful days. Nothing comes back, nothing repeats itself, because everything is real. |
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| —Alberto Caiero | |
Language Liberalism Freethought Birds Verbing Weirds Language only if you're expecting it to work in a simple way. This is a special case of the more general truth that Language Weirds. Only when a republic's life is in danger should a man uphold his government when it is in the wrong. There is no other time. The church says Earth is flat; but I have seen its shadow on the moon, and I have more confidence in a shadow than the church. If we can't find Heaven, there are always bluejays.
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