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Thorns, shattered glass, sickness, crying: all day they attack the honied contentment. And neither the tower, nor the walls, nor secret passageways are of much help.
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So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth, still fragrant with ruby wine, And say with a fervor born of the South That your body and soul are mine.
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I can only give you love that lasts forever, and the promise to be near each time you call...Frank Sinatra, That's All
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My feet took a walk in heavenly grass all day while the sky shone clear as glass. Tennessee Williams
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Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; and the song from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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For those who are willing to make an effort, great miracles and wonderful treasures are in store. Isaac Bashevis Singer
