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The rosy mountain peaks laughed like high lustrous thoughts,
and Helen, speechless, raised her pale hands toward the sun
and joyed to feel its warm rays falling on her frozen palms.
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Book IV, line 1361

 

Nikos Kazantzakis

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Speechless, speechless,
That's how you make me feel,
When I'm with you I am far away,
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