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Nature by Oscar Wilde



Society, as we have constituted it,
will have no place for me,
has none to offer; but
NATURE
whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike,
will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide,
and sweet valleys in whole silence
I may weep undisturbed.
She will hang the night with stars
so that I may walk abroad in darkness without stumbling,
and send the wind over my footprints
so that none may track me to my hurt;
she will cleanse me with great waters
and with bitterness make me whole.

- Oscar Wilde




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