Sometimes, when I have watched the bright beginning of a love story, when I have seen a common feeling exalted into beauty by imagination, generosity, and the flaming courage of youth, I have heard again that strange complaint breathed by a dying woman into the stillness of night, like a confession of the soul Why must I die like this, alone with my mortal enemy Willa Sometimes, when I have watched the bright beginning of a love story, when I have seen a common feeling exalted into beauty by ima...
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