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And if i sleep just to dream of you and wake without you there, isn't something missing?
Give unto me your troubles,I'll endure your suffering.Place
unto me your burden,I'll drink your deadly poision.
"It is the fear of what comes after the doing that makes the
doing hard to do"
What can we do but reach for the embrace, that must
now contain Heaven and Hell, our doom again, and again, and agian.
Forbear my friends to mourn and weep,For sweetly in the dust I sleep.
m'aimer pour qui je suis
~love me for who I am
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