"How much do you love me?" she asked "If my body was full of eyes all of them would reflect only you," he said. "I'd like then a necklace of those eyes," she said So he went out and harvested eyes, made a garland and gave it to her
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If I had money I'd come, meet you often with a gun Make you fall out of love with Sikes Fall in love with me Take you away Sleep with you Wine, dine, bed you Give you one hell of a time, mon amour Make you happy My Nancy, you lovable Victorian whore.
Tragedy is: if one loves you first, then another, then another...and another...and another and you too love...and love...and love...and love ...and love...
When my heart is torn, my Beloved, why do you still remain so cruel? Sakhi, when will you come so that we can be one? When will my suffering in this world end?
Christians in India are feeling the heat of persecution again in Orissa, where Graham Staines and his two small male children were torched in a jeep earlier. Christmas for the Christians turned into an experience of sorrow as Hindu fundamentalists killed one person, injured several and burned many churches down to the ground. The death toll may
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