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Anais Nin

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The times in his studio when he washed his hands and they smoked, for his hands were so warm and the water so cold.
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The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)

 
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Friends,
I am only merry for an hour or two
Upon a birthday: if this life of ours
Be a good glad thing, why should we make us merry
Because a year of it is gone? but Hope
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come
Whispering 'It will be happier;' and old faces
Press round us, and warm hands close with warm hands,
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Like April sap to the topmost tree, that shoots
New buds to heaven, whereon the throstle rock'd
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Ah-ah-ah-ah-ow-ow-oo-oo!!! I ain't dirty: I washed me face and hands afore I come, I did!

 
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They praised the Mighty Forgiver,
They washed their sins in the river,
Cold water, well it made them wanna shiver.
And that's how rhythm was born.

 
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