Despair has no wings,
Nor has love,
No countenance:
They do not speak.
I do not stir,
I do not behold them,
I do not speak to them,
But I am as real as my love and my despair.
The Nakedness Of Truth (i Know It Well)
Paul Eluard
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Graham: If one has been a deceiver through life as I have then this is the perfect explanatory of how one feels as one reflects upon a past life (I am now 80). A superb piece
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