{"id":9077,"date":"2019-04-05T12:53:27","date_gmt":"2019-04-05T09:53:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9077"},"modified":"2019-04-06T11:12:14","modified_gmt":"2019-04-06T08:12:14","slug":"smartan-the-pain-durerea","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9077","title":{"rendered":"SM\u00c4RTAN \/ THE PAIN \/ DUREREA \/ KIPU"},"content":{"rendered":"

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SM\u00c4RTAN \/ THE PAIN \/ DUREREA \/ KIPU<\/p>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Lyckan har inga s\u00e5nger, lyckan har inga tankar, lyckan har ingenting. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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St\u00f6t till din lycka att hon g\u00e5r s\u00f6nder, ty lyckan \u00e4r ond. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Lyckan kommer sakta med morgonens susning i sovande sn\u00e5r, <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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lyckan glider undan i l\u00e4tta molnbilder \u00f6ver djupbl\u00e5 djup, <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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lyckan \u00e4r f\u00e4ltet som sover i middagens gl\u00f6d <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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eller havets \u00e4ndl\u00f6sa vidd under baddet av lodr\u00e4ta str\u00e5lar, <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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lyckan \u00e4r maktl\u00f6s, hon sover och andas och vet av ingenting… <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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K\u00e4nner du sm\u00e4rtan? Hon \u00e4r stark och stor med hemligt knutna n\u00e4var. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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K\u00e4nner du sm\u00e4rtan? Hon \u00e4r hoppfullt leende med f\u00f6rgr\u00e5tna \u00f6gon. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Sm\u00e4rtan ger oss allt vad vi beh\u00f6va – <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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hon ger oss nycklarna till d\u00f6dens rike, <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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hon skjuter oss in genom porten, d\u00e5 vi \u00e4nnu tveka. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Sm\u00e4rtan d\u00f6per barnen och vakar med modern <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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och smider alla de gyllene br\u00f6llopsringarna. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Sm\u00e4rtan h\u00e4rskar \u00f6ver alla, hon sl\u00e4tar t\u00e4nkarens panna, <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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hon f\u00e4ster smycket kring den \u00e5tr\u00e5dda kvinnans hals, <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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hon st\u00e5r i d\u00f6rren n\u00e4r mannen kommer ut fr\u00e5n sin \u00e4lskade… <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Vad \u00e4r det \u00e4nnu sm\u00e4rtan ger \u00e5t sina \u00e4lsklingar? <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Jag vet ej mer. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Hon ger p\u00e4rlor och blommor, hon ger s\u00e5nger och dr\u00f6mmar, <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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hon ger oss tusen kyssar som alla \u00e4ro tomma, <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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hon ger den enda kyssen som \u00e4r verklig. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Hon ger oss v\u00e5ra s\u00e4llsamma sj\u00e4lar och besynnerliga tycken, <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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hon ger oss alla livets h\u00f6gsta vinster: <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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k\u00e4rlek, ensamhet och d\u00f6dens ansikte.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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EDITH S\u00d6DERGRAN<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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THE PAIN<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Happiness has no songs, happiness has no thoughts, happiness has nothing.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Smash your happiness until she breaks, for happiness is evil.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Happiness comes slowly in the sleepy sighs of morning bushes<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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happiness glides away in light clouds over deep blue depths,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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happiness is the field that sleeps in the glow of afternoon<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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or the sea’s endless spirit under the bath of vertical rays,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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happiness is powerless, she sleeps and breathes and knows nothing …<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Do you feel the pain? she is strong and big with secretly clenched fists.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Do you feel the pain? she is hopefully smiling with weeping eyes.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The pain gives us everything we need –<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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she gives us the keys to the kingdom of death,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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she pushes us through the gate, as we still hesitate.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The pain baptizes the children and awakes with the mother<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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and forges all the golden wedding rings.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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the pain rules over everyone, she caresses the forehead of the thinker,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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she fastens the jewelery around the loved woman’s neck,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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she stands in the doorway when the man comes out from his beloved …<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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What else is the pain giving to her loved ones?<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I know no more.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She gives beads and flowers, she gives songs and dreams,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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she gives us a thousand kisses that are all empty,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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she gives the only kiss that is real.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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she gives us our rare souls and strange things,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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she gives us all the highest benefits of life:<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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love, loneliness and the face of death.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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DUREREA<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Fericirea nu are c\u00e2ntece, fericirea nu are g\u00e2nduri, fericirea nu are nimic.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Izbeste fericirea pana se face bucati , c\u0103ci fericirea este diabolica.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Fericirea vine lini\u0219tit in suspinul adormit al tufisurilor diminetii.,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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fericirea se \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103 \u00een nori u\u0219ori peste ad\u00e2ncimile albastre,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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fericirea este c\u00e2mpul care doarme \u00een str\u0103lucirea amiezei<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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sau spiritul infinit al m\u0103rii scaldata in raze verticale,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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fericirea este neputincioas\u0103, ea doarme \u0219i respir\u0103 \u0219i nu \u0219tie nimic…<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Sim\u021bi durerea? E puternic\u0103 \u0219i mare, cu pumnii stransi \u00een secret.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Sim\u021bi durerea? Z\u00e2mbe\u0219te sperand cu ochii umflati de plans.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Durerea ne d\u0103 tot ce avem nevoie –<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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ea ne d\u0103 cheile \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u021biei mor\u021bii,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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ne \u00eempinge prin poarta, fiindc\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 ezit\u0103m.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Durerea boteaz\u0103 copiii \u0219i vegheaza cu mama<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u0219i falsifica toate verighetele de aur.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Durerea st\u0103 la dispozi\u021bia tuturor, mangaie fruntea g\u00e2nditorului,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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ea leag\u0103 bijuteriile la g\u00e2tul femeii,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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ea sta in pragul u\u0219ii c\u00e2nd b\u0103rbatul pleaca de la iubita sa …<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Ce altceva durerea d\u0103ruie\u0219te celor dragi?<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Nu mai \u0219tiu.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Ofer\u0103 margele \u0219i flori, d\u0103 cantece \u0219i vise,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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ea ne d\u0103 o mie de s\u0103rut\u0103ri care sunt toate goale,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Ea d\u0103 singurul s\u0103rut care este real.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Ea ne d\u0103 sufletele noastre rare \u0219i lucrurile ciudate,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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ea ne d\u0103 cele mai mari beneficii ale vie\u021bii:<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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iubirea, singur\u0103tatea \u0219i fa\u021ba mor\u021bii.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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KIPU<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Onnella ei ole lauluja, onnella ei ole ajatuksia, onnella ei ole mit\u00e4\u00e4n.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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T\u00f6n\u00e4ise onneasi niin, ett\u00e4 se s\u00e4rkyy, sill\u00e4 onni on paha.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Onni tulee hiljaa aamun huokauksessa nukkuvissa pensaissa,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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onni liukuu pois kevyiss\u00e4 pilviss\u00e4 yli syv\u00e4nsinisen syvyyden,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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onni on tasanko, joka nukkuu keskip\u00e4iv\u00e4n hehkussa<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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tai meren loputon aava auringon pystysuorien s\u00e4teiden paahteessa,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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onni on voimaton, se nukkuu ja hengitt\u00e4\u00e4<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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eik\u00e4 tied\u00e4 mist\u00e4\u00e4n mit\u00e4\u00e4n…<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Tunnetko kivun? Se on vahva ja iso ja sill\u00e4 on<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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k\u00e4det salaa nyrkiss\u00e4.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Tunnetko kivun? Se hymyilee toiveikkaasti<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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itkettynein silmin.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Kipu antaa meille kaiken, mit\u00e4 tarvitsemme –<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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se antaa meille kuoleman valtakunnan avaimet,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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se ty\u00f6nt\u00e4\u00e4 meid\u00e4t portista sis\u00e4\u00e4n, <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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kun me viel\u00e4 ep\u00e4r\u00f6imme.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Kipu kastaa lapset ja valvoo \u00e4idin kanssa<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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ja takoo kaikki kultaiset vihkisormukset.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Kipu hallitsee kaikkia, se siloittaa ajattelijan otsan,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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se kiinnitt\u00e4\u00e4 korun halutun naisen kaulaan,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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se seisoo ovella, kun mies tulee ulos rakkaansa luota…<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Mit\u00e4 muuta kipu antaa rakkailleen?<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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En tied\u00e4 en\u00e4\u00e4.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Se antaa helmi\u00e4 ja kukkia, se antaa lauluja ja unelmia,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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se antaa meille tuhat suudelmaa, jotka kaikki ovat tyhji\u00e4,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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se antaa ainoan todellisen suudelman.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Se antaa meille omalaatuiset sielumme ja <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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kummalliset mieltymyksemme,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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se antaa meille kaikki el\u00e4m\u00e4n parhaat edut:<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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rakkauden, yksin\u00e4isyyden ja kuoleman kasvot.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Maria Magdalena<\/blockquote><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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