
Why? - in the darkness I shout. I listen and just the echo I hear. The wind dancing in candles. When will it end? - how to code that my heart shifts its face to someone who longs for me? She is like the child always choosing wrong, I forgive her, but I am tired. Don't remember otherwise, just the eyes demanding, just coming to take, has anyone asked me "what do you need?"
Blessed are you, whose mutual love grows out of friendship.
Blessed are you, whose mutual love grows out of friendship.
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