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She saw the scarlet thread of her lips, the light in her eyes, the family through their love, their children running barefoot in a fresh field.

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Their wedding night was at a little hotel in Paris. There were walk up steps and a lovely view. And all was well for these two.
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The woman of her dreams went into her arms without shame or awkwardness as the boldness of Love overcame them both.
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One day, all those who love in the society of Auld Lang Syne shall meet again. In the New City of the Burning Heart, there, the veil will drop. The arc of the seas shall finally know the skies. Day and night shall end. The clock tower will crumble. Time shall fly to the place of no more. For we were born for meaning. We were born to love. There, we shall all be together with all the lovelies ever known who chose mercy and kindness amidst the forget-me-nots and the countless stars.
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It was a love that was not a contract but an affection of the soul.
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Be patient, child!” said the Music. “But she will forget me.” “Do not worry, child. I am there. I shall not forget.”And she stared out at the planets and gentle stars and the galaxies and became forlorn for she had known a special love.“The Universe is so large, just look at it!” she cried. “Believe.” The Music sang.
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There will always be trouble so there will always be a time for heroes
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Heroes do not dwell in a time of peace; heroes are hardened in a kiln against the sorrows. Their troubles sharpen the blade and make it gleaming. The glint becomes a brightness that is raised high on a hill, allowing women and men to see beyond themselves. For light swallows darkness. Truth buries death. Heroes are not born. They are filled by Music.
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