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love remains pristine.
For time is less than the passing of water over rock to love.
Quarrels silence,
Masks fall,
For there is truth in tears,
And we cannot hide from the self.
Pain is a manifestation of love frustrated,
Hate is a transitory shield from such pain.
So, regardless of the theatre of life,
Love endures,
For the self is love,
