I never question a success, any more than I do the right of a bulldog to lie in his own gateway.
Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest, And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers
One thing you will probably remember well is any time you forgive and forget.
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