Nithin PurpleThe thick baffling blades of false world customs rip off my views and ideas, like breaking every string of my aesthetic thoughts in disdain and jealousy;pain pain enough your tigrine roars before I die.
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"The thick baffling blades of false world customs rip off my views and ideas, like breaking every string of my aesthetic thoughts in disdain and jealousy;pain pain enough your tigrine roars before I die. (La Fontaine, 17th century)
Source: Venus And Crepuscule: Beauty And Violence On Me Thrown
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