"If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, poet (1807-1882)
The moon uninvited came Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine Swaying her hips like a lover
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