someone's sent a loving note in lines of returning geese and as the moon fills my western chamber as petals dance over the flowing stream again I think of you the two of us living a sadness apart a hurt that can't be removed yet when my gaze comes down my heart stays up

أني الشئ الأصعب في تكوين ثورة هو الأمانة مع النفس، والرغبة في التحرر من متابعة القطيع.

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

Written By Emily Brontë

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