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It is a very common reflection, but that
With this same pretext we forget, what
Sensitive souls are rarer every day
And the most ordinary cultured people
Cultured people surprise us with things
That we can't explain but what does it do to them
Happy, the one who reads, always his style belongs to a person
Quiet, the painter always likes to wear the clothes he paints
The craftsman, his look is always very hippie, but they are all
Happy
It is a very common reflection, but that
With this same pretext we forget, what
Sensitive souls are rarer every day
And the most ordinary cultured people
Sensitive souls are fragile and cry before
A work of art, a play, a song
Or a poem, they feel that through looking at the Moon
They can say that the Moon speaks to them and they guess what
Says the Moon
It is a very common reflection, but that
With this same pretext we forget, what
Sensitive souls are rarer every day
And the most ordinary cultured people
