Weep for the dead, for they have lost this light;
And weep for me, lost in an endless night.
Or mourn, or make a marble verse for me,
Who writ for many. Benedicte.
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Weep for the dead, for they have lost this light;
And weep for me, lost in an endless night.
Or mourn, or make a marble verse for me,
Who writ for many. Benedicte.
“Prefer what intuition whispers in your ear to what you have done and redone ten times in your head.”
Robert Bresson