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Love Is Anterior To Life, Posterior To Death, Initial Of Creation, And The Exponent Of Breath.

My Friends Are My Estate. Forgive Me Then The Avarice To Hoard Them. They Tell Me Those Who Were Poor Early Have Different Views Of Gold. I Don't Know How That Is. God Is Not So Wary As We, Else He Would Give Us No Friends, Lest We Forget Him.

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I With Thee Wild Nights Should Be Our Luxury! Futile – The Winds – To A Heart In Port – Done With The Compass – Done With The Chart! Rowing In Eden – Ah, The Sea! Might I Moor – Tonight – In Thee!

A Courteous, Yet Harrowing Grace, As Guest, That Would Be Gone

Life Is The Finest Secret. So Long As That Remains, We Must All Whisper.