Reads: "And when I speak to her of love she draws a picture consisting of the imagery my poetry explores. And when I speak to them of love they play the music of the dove on wings of sound I've never flown before. I'll never understand man and his frightful clans and plans and animated lies. So when the wise open up their eyes and answer back with no replies it should come as no surprise that when I speak to you of love it's in the air around above your head it whispers to you from nearly far away. What do you say?"
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