"Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief."* * *
"He jests at scars that never felt a wound”
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“My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely
shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul”
William Shakespeare
(1564 - 1616)
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