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In the End  ”But nothing can save you. Not your friends, not the best Fred Astaire musical you’ve ever seen - the grace of it, not your mother’s beauty, not a line from a letter you find at the bottom of a drawer, not a magazine or the next day. Nothing can save you. And you stand in the moonlight and a sweetness comes off the top of the trees, and the fence around the yard seals you off from the dark and you can’t breathe. It is all so familiar and possible. It is too simple that there is this much good in the world and you don’t know how to have it. And it makes you wonder when it was you lost your place. Then you catch a breeze, so warm and ripe, it makes you hope that someone will come who also cannot save you, but who will think you are worth saving.” |
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Don't go gently into that good night. Rage Rage against the dying of the light and head for the light afterwards. Abracadabra 
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Don't go gently into that good night. Rage Rage against the dying of the light and head for the light afterwards.
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Ahhhh..... an interesting selection...... We may not have lead perfect lives, but we have done the best we knew how to do at the time..... and that is Enough~~ It's time to EXHALE ....... Hugssss 
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