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"The notes fell into the stillness like drops of golden light...Gently, austerely, sparingly, sweetly, the lovely separate voices met and mingled...making the room and the night hour vast as the universe."
The Glass Bead Game #BookWormSat
Hermann Hesse
"The spring mists rise round the isles,
And the cranes cry in a plaintive tone,
Then I think of my far-off home--
Sorely do I grieve...
I shake the war-arrows I carry
Till they rattle in my ears."
Otamo Yakamochi (755 AD)
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