{ the bullets whistle past in the wings of a butterfly,
aim for the heart, but I trust you will try,
and give love another s h o t, or leave me to die;
- you are the answer, but don't ask me why. }
C.S. Lewis wrote:You can never get a cup of tea large enough, or a book long enough to suit me.
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