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| How Very Close how very close is your soul with mine I know for sure everything you think goes through my mind I am with you now and doomsday not like a host caring for you at a feast alone with you I am happy all the times the time I offer my life or the time you gift me your love offering my life is a profitable venture each life I give you pay in turn a hundred lives again in this house there are a thousand dead and still souls making you stay as this will be yours a handful of earth cries aloud I used to be hair or I used to be bones and just the moment when you are all confused leaps forth a voice hold me close I'm love and I'm always yours Rumi |
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said: "Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain." Kahlil Gibran The Prophet |
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