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We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go
Always a little further: it may be
Beyond that last blue ...
- James Elroy Flecker
When the hearts of mothers are scratched by moan
When the reason and spirit are captured by sorrow
- Akbar Aliev

Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight
The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
- Omar Khayyam
Like an ant who uneasily acquires knowledge

Under His knowledge's light many mainlands are bright...
- Akbar Aliev
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