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The crash upon my pillow sounds,
my heart starts to spill
I see the light outside my window
and wonder – do you love me still?
I try hard to be your slave
but falling short seems to be my game
Filled with disappointment I want 
to crawl into a cave and hide
You the greatest love I’ve ever known
of course, will never leave me
I fear not your departure
but mine – alone
The fear to live and hurt
once again, the heart alone betrays
and alone we are again – alone

-ls

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“When someone seeks," said Siddhartha, "then it easily happens that his eyes see only the thing that he seeks, and he is able to find nothing, to take in nothing because he always thinks only about the thing he is seeking, because he has one goal, because he is obsessed with his goal. Seeking means: having a goal. But finding means: being free, being open, having no goal.”

Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

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