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from The Book of Questions


III. Tell me, is the rose nakedor is that her only dress? Why do trees concealthe splendour of their roots? Who hears the regretsof the thieving auto-mobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?  Pablo Neruda

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Originally posted on confusion + time:
“If You Forget Me” By Pablo Neruda I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at…

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