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| eb4ee65 | She knew this man's smile, his gentle ways of love, but not his godlike fury in the storm. She might snare him in a fragile net of music, love and flowers, but, at each departure, he would break forth without, it seemed to her, the least regret. | music love night-flight regret | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |