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It's day again and again.My beating heart is aching again,and every moment of existence is shattered!The ancient thrills of compassionare not yet rese..
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Before dinner, during the delicate process of mandatory
hand washing, when Mitrovácz, obeying his faithlessness, still could not decide
exact..
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Outside, the tears are besiegingthe fragile face-blind.But within, in the globes of eyes,in the globes of retinas,the reality of sadnesshas become mor..
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The author wants to show the colorful selection of his free-versed, modern, avatgarde lyric with collected poems again. The complex complexity of the ..
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He found himself standing next to his wife's grave for hours. True, it was mostly in a mausoleum-like white building, a sort of mini crypt. People we..
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Turning inward, you just look,you don't look inward.Chasing the ringed carriageof idyllic dreams,Into memories of childhood's past,into the unchangeab..
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Babits and Arany stood guardover his prestigious desk like two living,otherworldly princes.The two prophet-heralds on the tired,weathered mountain of ..
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Tilda felt no urgency to marry. Perhaps she herself thought of it as a routine medical check-up, or a relatively narrow social duty that was urged an..
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They say that everyone has a soulmate somewhere, just like a
guardian angel. It doesn't matter where or..
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Thou caressest me no morewith thy gentle hand:for on all eternal and holy occasionsI have waited for thee to cheer me!Now all the sacred placeswhere y..
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