The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
...losing through you what seemed myself, i find selves unimaginably mine; beyond sorrow's own joys and hopings very fears yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my soul's return... you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
worms are the words but joy's the voice
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