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The Poet Sees Better Than Other Mortals. I Do Not See Things As They Are, But According To My Own Subjective Impression, And This Makes Life Easier And Simpler.

-Robert Schumann

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The Poet Sees Better

Robert Schumann

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The Poet Sees Better Than Other Mortals. I Do Not See Things As They Are, But According To My Own Subjective Impression, And This Makes Life Easier And Simpler.

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