Elu on imeline asi;
teinekord tunned sa seda nõnda selgelt.
- kuid see on midagi, mis vajab jagamist,
vastasel juhul on tal oht kaotada oma imelisus...
sest keegi ei taha elada üksi.
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If I were tickled by the rub of love,
A rooking girl who stole me for her side,
Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string,
If the red tickle as the cattle calve
Still set to scratch a laughter from my lung,
I would not fear the apple nor the flood
Nor the bad blood of spring...
- Dylan Thomas.
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