He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for nearly three hours. They agreed to break off their intercourse; every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow.
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