"Too scanty ’twas to die for you,
The merest Greek could that.
The living, Sweet, is costlier—
I offer even that—
The Dying, is a trifle, past,
But living, this include
The dying multifold—without
The Respite to be dead".
"Silence is all we dread.
There’s Ransom in a Voice—
But Silence is Infinity.
Himself have not a face".
Justo lo que necesitaba oír esta semana, oye
— Jul 22, 2025 09:15AM
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