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All Paths Lead To The Same Goal: To Convey To Others What We Are.

Love Is Short, But Forgetting Is Long.

When Your Hands Leap Towards Mine, Love, What Do They Bring Me In Flight?

Megaphone In Which The Wind Passes Singing.

To Love Is To Tilt With The Lightning, Two Bodies Routed By A Single Honey's Sweet.