All things conspire to hold me from you – even my love, since that would mask you and unname you till merely woman and man we live. All men wear arms against the rebel – and they are wise, since the sound world they know and stable is eaten away by lovers’ eyes. All things conspire to stand between us – even you and I, who still command us, still unjoin us, and drive us forward till we die. Not till those fiery ghosts are laid shall we be one. Till then, they whet our double blade and use the turning world for stone.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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