Lawrence Ferlinghetti[in the true mad north] of introspection, where 'falcons of the inner eye'dive and die, glimpsing in their dying fall, all life's memory of existence.
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[in the true mad north] of introspection,where 'falcons of the inner eye'dive and die, glimpsing in their dying fall, all life's memory of existence.
Source: A Coney Island Of The Mind
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