Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A

The Crow Wished Everything Was Black, The Owl, That Everything Was White.

Some Are Born To Sweet Delight, Some Are Born To Endless Night.

Every Wolf's And Lion's Howl Raises From Hell A Human Soul.

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He Who Loves His Enemies Betrays His Friends; This Surely Is Not What Jesus Meant.