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It Is Dreadful How I Miss You, And Everything That Everybody Says Seems Flat And Stupid.

Things Were Not Tragic For Us Then, Because Although We Cared Passionately We Didn't Care Deeply.

I Worshipped Dead Men For Their Strength, Forgetting I Was Strong.

It Isn't That I Don't Like Sweet Disorder, But It Has To Be Judiciously Arranged.

There Is Nothing More Lovely In Life Than The Union Of Two People Whose Love For One Another Has Grown Through The Years, From The Small Acorn Of Passion, Into A Great Rooted Tree