If I ever there should come a
time when I can make up two words.....
One made of a weary wailing sigh hopeless despairing
The sound
is just a baffling cry of love and loneliness and blank and numbing pain.
The other of all glad sounds that ever breathed on earth
Of all
ecstasies that fill joys cup of love and peace and happiness.
One word I dread and other I love.
One meaning we are alone
apart
the other
meaning we are alone together.
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