hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang -fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young pleasure and pain are merely surfaces (one itself showing,itself hiding one) life`s only and true value neither is love makes the little thickness of the coin comes here a man would have from madame death nevertheless now and without winter spring? she`ll spin that spirit her own fingers with and give him nothing (if he should not sing) how much more than enough for both of us darling. And if i sing you are my voice,SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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