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Tears, human tears
You flow both early and late —
You flow unknown, you flow unseen
Inexhaustible, innumerable —
You flow like torrents of rain
In the depths of an autumn night.
Tears, Fyodor Tyutchev, Autumn 1849
An exhausted young couple during an all-night jazz session at the Royal Albert Hall in London, 1957, Erich Auerbach
I buried my head under the
darkness of the pillow and
pretended it was night.
I couldn’t see the point of
getting up. I had nothing to
look forward to.
