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that I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I would shine. But now,
when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.
-Billy Collins
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony.
-Benjamin Britten
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