her through doors, nor bend your heads
,
so they do not collide with a blanket,
still afraid to breathe,
not burst so that the walls and . collapse
You shall not dwell in tombs,
are made from the dead for the living. And although
of pomp and splendor,
should guard your house or your secret nor shelter your longing
.
For what in you is boundless,
lives in the palace of heaven, whose
gate of the morning mist, and whose windows
the songs and the silence of the night is.
Khalil Gibran
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