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for sw suddenly i know so much about fountains, these incomprehensible trees of glass, i could speak as though of my own tears, which i, gripped by such fantastic dreaming, once spent lavishly and then forgot. could i forget that heavens reach hands toward many things and into this commotion? did i not always see unrivaled greatness in the ascent of old parks before the soft expectant evenings, in pale songs that arose from unknown girls and overflowed the melody and grew real and seemed they must be mirrored in the opened ponds? i must only remember all those times that fountains came alive in me, - then i, too, feel the weight of the plunge, to which i glimpsed again the waters, and know of branches that bent downward, of voices that burned with small flames, of ponds that, feeble-minded and shunted off, only repeated their sharp-edged banks; of evening skies, that from charred western forests shrank back totally bewildered, arched differently, darkened, and acted as though this were not the world they had supposed... --rainer maria rilke
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