"Love, the unconquered in battle, Love, you who descend upon riches, and watch the night through on a girl's soft cheek, [785] you roam over the sea and among the homes of men in the wilds. Neither can any immortal escape you, [790] nor any man whose life lasts for a day. He who has known you is driven to madness."
From Antigone, by Sophocles.
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sigh.
oh, what to do with love?!
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