チコhmad Shト[lナォ Quotes

チコhmad Shト[lナォ Quotes

In this crooked blind alley, as the chill descends,
they feed fires
with logs of song and poetry.
Hazard not a thought:
These are strange times, my dear.

The man who knocks at your door in the noon of the night
has come to kill the light.
Let窶冱 hide light in the larder.

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