Deprivation is the mother of poetry. — Leonard Cohen, The Favorite Game
Deprivation is the mother of poetry. — Leonard Cohen, The Favorite Game
Deprivation is the mother of poetry. — Leonard Cohen, The Favorite Game
Deprivation is the mother of poetry. — Leonard Cohen, The Favorite Game
Deprivation is the mother of poetry. — Leonard Cohen, The Favorite Game
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Deprivation is the mother of poetry.

— Leonard Cohen, The Favorite Game
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Swift waters parted by the jagged rocks are joined at river's end. / 瀬をはやみ 岩にせかるる 滝川の われても末に あはむとぞ思ふ — Emperor Sutoku
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