you see my love, you are no fantasy,
for each of them come and go as they please;
you my love, you stay.
you see my love
~ noxalio ~
What Should Remain Unsaid
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Chop wood, carry water, sing; all about the same, I think. Every
word, blow, or step the same, I think. Perhaps I should think less but
carry woodor chop w...
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