Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people.

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O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?

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Midway in our life’s journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood.

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Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.

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Be like a solid tower whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow; the man who lets his thoughts be turned aside by one thing or another, will lose sight of his true goal, his mind sapped of its strength.

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For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.

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I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more.

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But if, as morning rises, dreams are true.

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At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.

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There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.

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