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Sayoun 1313 ...
Let me take a beautiful object. And if not, make it. And rush to it like a moth fluttering around the flame of a candle,
to ecstasy or extinction.
Moral: the good things never miss them, because they never end up going altogether. Sorry. O no sorry, the truth is that I have no idea why or how it was this, but never mind. A kiss and be happy. Take care of the bum and that broken nose, and never neglect the knob, doll.