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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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