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By B.K. Date: 2009 Feb 25 Comment on this Work [[2009.02.25.19.14.20821]] |
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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. Anais Nin |