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RE: Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover The gold-cups and ~lovly & great love~
Love makes us sacrifice ourself,
and yet never good enough.....
Wandering through the wild,
losing ourself and getting hurt.....
But again rise with the strength,
and to love one....