without love
All year round the lover is mad, unkempt, lovesick and in disgrace. Without love there is nothing but grief. In love... What else matters?
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All year round the lover is mad, unkempt, lovesick and in disgrace. Without love there is nothing but grief. In love... What else matters?
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