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Love... It Surrounds Every Being And Extends Slowly To Embrace All That Shall Be.

Love Is The Gentle Smile Upon The Lips Of Beauty.

If In The Twilight Of Memory We Should Meet Once More,we Shall Speak Again Together And You Shall Sing To Me A Deeper Song. And If Our Hands Should Meet In Another Dream We Shall Build Another Tower In The Sky.

They Say: 'if A Man Knew Himself, He Would Know All Mankind.' I Say: 'if A Man Loved Mankind, He Would Know Something Of Himself.

Remembrance Is A Form Of Meeting.