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Is there a time when love is new? Love is old, as old as the rocks, the sea, the air. Love is a liar as timeless as eternity. The singer sings her blue song, the sort that lingers such a long time after the truth has been washed in the whiteness of life. The memory of you lies against my heart, like a cold soul seeking an ember from the banked fire, in the depth of a winter night. |
