Dec 28, 2005 11:29
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings....
ain't it the truth, ain't it the truth...
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