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REFLECTIONS. “Yet away I turn myself to the holy, ineffable, mysterious Night. Afar lies the world sunk in a deep vault below; desert and solitary is its place. Deep sadness breathes through the chords of the breast. In drops of dew will I sink down and mingle with the dust. The depths of memory, the wishes of youth, the dreams of childhood, the short joys and vain hopes of the whole span of life, come forth in gray robes, like the evening mist after the setting of the sun.” (Novalis, 1772-1801).

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