Look Not Mournfully Into The past. It Comes Not back Again.
Wisely Improve The Present. It is Thine.
Go Forth to Meet The gloomy Future, Without Fear and with a manly Heart.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and second, the Translation You buried. Things I Used to Give You all good. You told ME Lies. You ENDED it with The Devil Without Words of Care of ME, Even a Little bit. From now on; You are You, and I AM I. There is no Chance that. Find we each Other, Even As friends. You were a Living Dead Thing for ME. Walk your Way to The hell ... Where would Lucifer Say to You "Welcome Home". For The Devil is Unchained.
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