From The Heart .Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved
Content
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"More news from nowhere."
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In the strictest sense, we cannot actually think about life and reality at all, because this would have to include thinking about thinking, thinking about thinking about thinking, and so on and so on and so on .
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But you cannot separate the two things I would live or die for.
I'd kill to separate your heart from your head. That's to die for.
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In the strictest sense, we cannot actually think about life and reality at all, because this would have to include thinking about thinking, thinking about thinking about thinking, and so on and so on and so on .
*happydance*
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But you cannot separate the two things I would live or die for.
I'd kill to separate your heart from your head. That's to die for.
*WisconsinPhotogClub<-Click
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So let mercy come and wash away what I've done...
☆ ★ ☆
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In the strictest sense, we cannot actually think about life and reality at all, because this would have to include thinking about thinking, thinking about thinking about thinking, and so on and so on and so on .
--
In the strictest sense, we cannot actually think about life and reality at all, because this would have to include thinking about thinking, thinking about thinking about thinking, and so on and so on and so on .
--
But you cannot separate the two things I would live or die for.
I'd kill to separate your heart from your head. That's to die for.
*WisconsinPhotogClub<-Click
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