I cry, I love, I live and yet it is all hollow The tears wring themselves from my body of their own volition never creatures of my soul each a jewel in the night silent and unheeded, unneeded, utterly useless
I cry, I love, I live and yet it is all hollow
The tears wring themselves from my body of their own volition never creatures of my soul each a jewel in the night silent and unheeded, unneeded, utterly useless
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