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At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.

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Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people.
We have no hope and yet we live in longing.
Midway in our life’s journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood.
Be like a solid tower whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow; the man who lets his thoughts be turned aside by one thing or another, will lose sight of his true goal, his mind sapped of its strength.
But if, as morning rises, dreams are true.
Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.
O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?
I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.
A fight every now and again does make life more interesting. Don’t ya think?
When I had journeyed half of our life’s way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray.