Truth Is a Passion Uncontrolled by Sense
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Truth is a passion uncontrolled by
sense. What we know is seldom more than what we think. Each touch of the world seems a revelation, Neither shaped by words nor sifted through sensation, The thing itself, untamed, the longed-for link: Yet the bride forever keeps her innocence. Nestled in each word is a
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