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He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back. |
He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back. |
Heartsick, heartbroken— To know love is to know pain. What could be more common? Even so, each broken heart is so singular That with it we probe the divine. |
Hell is seperation from love. |
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Hey, my love, you came to me like wine comes to the mouth grown tired of water all the time You quench my heart. And love, you quench my mind. |
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How can you be in hell while you are in my heart? |
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I am a hopeless romantic and I love to spoil my girlfriends. |