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  • Were I
    as quiet as thunder,
    how I'd wail and whine!
    One groan of mine
    would start the world's crumbling cloister shivering.
    And if
    I'd end up by roaring
    with all of its power of lungs and more -
    the comets, distressed, would wring their hands
    and from the sky's roof
    leap in a fever.

    Vladimir Mayakovsky (1985). “Селестед Воркс ин Тхрее Волумес: Селестед версе”