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I Used To Read The Myths Of Love Now I Have Become The Mythical Lover

When Someone Is Counting Out Gold For You, Don't Look At Your Hands, Or The Gold. Look At The Giver.

Flowers Every Night Blossom In The Sky; Peace In The Infinite, At Peace Am I.

I Saw Grief Drinking A Cup Of Sorrow And Called Out, 'it Tastes Sweet, Does It Not?' 'you've Caught Me,' Grief Answered, 'and You've Ruined My Business. How Can I Sell Sorrow, When You Know It's A Blessing?

The Breeze At Dawn Has Secrets To Tell You. Don't Go Back To Sleep.