Love is a sightless child armed with bow and flame; where his gaze falls, where his arrow flies, all blazes and is devoured. He lives, and in every lovely thing he searches for you, and wraps you in an embrace that never ends. Love is a sightless child armed with bow and flame; where his gaze falls, where his arrow flies, all blazes and is devoured. He lives, and in every lovely thing he searches for you, and wraps you in an embrace that never ends.
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