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"The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain."

Samuel Beckett, Irish Playwright

Tears, Absurdity, Emotion, Confusion, Humor

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"The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain."

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"The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain."

Samuel Beckett, Irish Playwright

Tears, Absurdity, Emotion, Confusion, Humor

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