Lovely air. In sleep she went to him. Innocence in the moon. Brave. Don't know their danger. Still hold her back. Call her name. Touch water.
"We are of the world that does not endure. And everything that does not endure—and nothing except what does not endure—is ours. Hence, the paradox. Hence, the beauty."
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