Eyes are cursed to be blessed;
the fallious must come before fact.
For what joy can over any eye be dressed
if that eye beholds no trevail of the past.
And what can be seen of the truth,
if indistinguishable is a lie,
not a thing can be seen by the sleuth
if upon no untruth has he spied.
Ears bleed before sealed with melody;
the music sparks only after the silence.
For what instrument can play any degree
of sound if quiet has not first triumphed.
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