"The sick do not ask if the hand that smooths their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin."
Oscar Wilde, writer (1854-1900)
The way long and long out of sight Bearings and light leeward lost Darkness abounding de-fettered Night lining out our hearts Even in day...
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