Love is sufferingAnd this then is deathWhere we all lie downFor the eternal restWhile our souls bleed.Love is the end,And this then must be the beginningWhere we all startAs we all must.Love is sacrificeFor unknown reasonsAnd this then is the paymentThis then is the death we wereSacrificed for. Love is death.
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