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In the world of evil, foolishness, uncertainty and doubts, called existence, there is one thing, for the sake of which it is yet needed to live and which, undoubtedly, is
strong, as death, it is love.
To the man enough second, what to meet, special man, may need minute, what to know him, day what to fall... in love But whole life will not be enough at times, what to forget him.
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