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| Jacek Malczewski |
Oh, you who came and kissed my head in my delirium.
Come once again and allow me to feel your cool lips on my forehead, Sweet Mother Mary, as you whisper in my ear, "All will be well."
"She lived in solitude, and now in solitude has built her nest; and in solitude, He guides her... He alone, who also bears in solitude, the wound of love." St. John of The Cross
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