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Where The Lips Are Silent The Heart Has A Thousand Tongues.

Love Is Language That Cannot Be Said, Or Heard.

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.

Faith In The King Comes Easily In Lovely Times, But Be Faithful Now And Endure, Pale Lover.

Die Happily And Look Forward To Taking Up A New And Better Form. Like The Sun, Only When You Set In The West Can You Rise In The East.