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We Are So Lightly Here. It Is In Love That We Are Made. In Love We Disappear.

At First First Nothing Will Happen To Us And Later On It Will Happen To Us Again.

History Is A Needle For Putting Men Asleep Anointed With The Poison Of All They Want To Keep.

It Doesn't Matter How Anything Happens.

Every Heart To Love Will Come, But Like A Refugee