Vivianne/Introduction
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Everyone is entitled to their own sorrow, for the heart has no metrics or form of measure. And all of it... irreplaceable.
"If Light were Dark,
- And Dark were Light...
- The moon a black hole
- In the blaze of Night..
- A Raven's wing, as bright as tin..
- Then you, my love, would be darker than sin.."