the flowers so high they grow are pale here like death only one stands alone in dark red its colour doesn't come from the sun but from the earth where it drinks of human blood
--I have been with you every day of my life. Tell me you know that. -- Yes, I know it. --You must also know that I shall be with you every day that is granted to me from now on. Every evening I shall sit down to dine with you. Not with my body, which is of no importance, but with my soul. Because this evening I have learned, my dear, that in this beautiful world of ours, all things are possible.
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dude, that poem is a total buzzkill.
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