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SILENTIUM
Shut up, hide and hidden their own dreams and feelings. That in the depths of your arise, and go into the sunset, silent, like the stars in the night. They split up, thou, and shut up. It may emerge the heart, ever? Another will ever understand you? Deemed of what you live? Thought expressed is already lie. Peat becomes the riot source: you drink it, and shut up. Know yourself to live only. Inside you lurks a world of arcane, magical thoughts, such as external din dinning, which disperses the daytime range. Listen to their song, and shut up!
(Fëdor Ivanovič Tjutčev)
