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Don't run any more. Quiet. How softly it rains/On the roofs of the city. How perfect All things are. Now, for the two of you/ Waking up in a royal bed by a garret window./For a man and a woman. For one plant divided/Into masculine and feminine which longed for each other.--Czeslaw Milosz "After Paradise"