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| If the rain that you kiss falls on your grave tonight, then life is no longer a gift, but a wish. A wish for divinity to enter ones soul. Life becomes us until death brings us fortune. Misfortune is life, life can be nothing but pain and anguish unless you let her spirit in. I for one would rather die tonight than watch the tears of rain fall into my broken heart and unfound soul. |