Cry! the morning dove-
Cry! the morning dove-
not even first light wrests me
like your lover's song.
Cry! the morning dove-
Cry! the morning dove-
not even first light wrests me
like your lover's song.
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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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