O father tell me, are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch
O then I'm so sorry, father
I never thought I hurt you so much
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
(The Weeping Song, Nick Cave)
Love seeketh not Itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.
(Blake)
Ceci tuera cela. (The future will kill the past.)
(Notre-Dame de Paris, Victor Hugo)
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