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When the skies are grey and the trees are bare, when my vision is blinded by showers of rain and the road ahead is a puddled lane, when the songs of the larks are frozen in the air and the pall of winter bleakly stares, lo and behold, my heart is warm for the flame of love still flickers on…
Beatings of the heart when cupid knocks, are these the callings of fools? Why do we always need to exert