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The place that was their beginning... and their end
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She studied the contented cat
Life is simple, its just not easy
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Was he here with her?
How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face
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She bought him his favourite meal, although he wasn't with her to enjoy it.
Ponder well on this point: the pleasant hours of our life are all connected by a more or less tangible link, with some memory of the table...
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She remembered their excitement as they ran through the beaten down corridor to devour one another
Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.
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The blood red house screamed out a warning...
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
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she sat peacefully in the small church...
Confess yourself to heaven: Repent what's past; avoid what is to come
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The place where she last saw him...
We only part to meet again
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She cast each rose into the watery grave which marked his end...
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead
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She watched as the last rose drifted along the forsaken water...
Love and roses have thorns about them.
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Alone on the beach...
A Last Toast To Our Love.
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Dancing with a ghost...
Those who could not hear her music thought her quite mad...
Of all ghosts, the ghost of our past love is the worst.
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To die and part is a less evil; but to part and live, there, there is the torment
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Your soul will be dead even before your body: fear nothing further
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Reunited at last.
For those who part in death on earth... there is a reunion in heaven.
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