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There Is No Space Wider Than That Of Grief.

We Bear The Sole, Relentless Tenderness.

But From Each Crime Are Born Bullets That Will One Day Seek Out In You Where The Heart Lies.

Love Is Brief: Forgetting Lasts So Long.

Our Love Was Born Outside The Walls, In The Wind, In The Night, In The Earth, And That's Why The Clay And The Flower, The Mud And The Roots Know Your Name.