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Authors:

They all have tired mouthsand bright seamless souls. And a longing (as for sin)sometimes haunts their dreams. They are almost all alike; in God's gardens they keep still, like many, many intervalsin his might and melody. Only when they spread their wingsare they wakers of a wind: as if God with his broad sculptor-hands leafed through the pagesin the dark book of the beginning.

Rainer Maria Rilke