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Joy fills my eyes, remembering your hair, with tears, and these tears roll and shine. Into my thoughts are woven a dark night with raindrops and the rolling and shining of love songs... (from the Hindustani of Mir Taqui, 18th century
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I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; ’Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. (Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam, 27, 1850)
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Though a swift stream is divided by a boulder in its headlong flow, though divided, on it rushes, and at last unites again. (Sutoku, 1119-1164)
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Любовь никогда не перестает.
O amor jamais acaba.
L’amour ne périt jamais.
Láska nikdy nezanikne.
Love never fails.
El amor jamás se extingue.
A szeretet soha el nem fogy.
Láska nemá konca.
Die Liebe höret nimmer auf.
L’amore non verrà mai meno.
Miłość nigdy nie ustaje.
(1 Corinthians 13:8)
I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; ’Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. (Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam, 27, 1850)
✿❀ڿڰۣ
Though a swift stream is divided by a boulder in its headlong flow, though divided, on it rushes, and at last unites again. (Sutoku, 1119-1164)
✿❀ڿڰۣ
Любовь никогда не перестает.
O amor jamais acaba.
L’amour ne périt jamais.
Láska nikdy nezanikne.
Love never fails.
El amor jamás se extingue.
A szeretet soha el nem fogy.
Láska nemá konca.
Die Liebe höret nimmer auf.
L’amore non verrà mai meno.
Miłość nigdy nie ustaje.
(1 Corinthians 13:8)
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