"...His hand took hold of hers and a sshe said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most with its fluctuating, feverish warmth becasue it couldnt be over-dreamed-that voice was a deathless song."
~> The Great Gatsby<~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
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