None of my friends has understood me;
when I weep in church
they tell me:
That's life.
None of my days
holds my hand;
I wait in vain
for what I dread:
love.
None of my nights
brings me something:
a tenderness
that holds me close,
a dream, a rose...
I don't dare
believe that's life.
--- Rainer Maria Rilke
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