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A place I have you for myself, a place where I rest in peace — a thousand years passing by, it still remains the same and new.

Thy love is divine to my eyes, thou precious damsel — thou garden grapes from Eden.

Mine love, why hath thou become mine foe, am I not as good as he?

But know for a fact that you will forever be in my heart. And when I'm lonely, I'll remember when you cuddled and kissed me.

You’ve reached the end — for now.