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... of his heart, so that he could dream as he once did in his mother's arms. He never knew her name , nor how she looked like, yet many times a she went to sleep he would dream of long arms stretching over his curled up body, he did not know if they were of his mother, but he liked to think they were.
He always liked to mutter one or two poetic words whenever he felt like.He liked to think that her mother was a poetress and her blood was in him. The blood of emperors and of poetry flowed i ...
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