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The salvation of mankind lies only in making everything the concern of all. - Alexander Solzhenitsyn

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		 THE PLEIADES

It's dark. Not caring where I go, which path I follow,
          Past sleepy ponds I stroll.
Of autumn freshness, leaves and fruit the fragrance mellow
          Drifts over all.
The garden's almost bare, and through the branches whitely
          The stars of evening show.
Dead silence reigns. Murk clothes the paths. It's nighttime.
          My steps are slow.

They're slow, but wake the hush... High in the sky's cool
                                                  darkness,
          A princely diadem,
The icy Pleiades blaze diamond-like and sparkle,
         Each one a gem.

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