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When The Souls Rise Up In Glory, Yours Shall Not Be Shunned Nor Sunderered, But Shall Be The Prize Of The Gods' Gardens. Even Your Darkness Shall Be Treasured Then, And All Your Pain Made Holy.

I'm Sorry. I Can Love You. I Can Grieve For You, Or With You. I Can Share Your Pain. But I Cannot Judge You.

Hi, I'm A Hero, But I Can't Tell You Why. It's Classified.

There Is A Sad Disconnectedness That Overcomes A Library When Its Owner Is Gone.

I'd Storm Heaven For You, If I Knew Where It Was.