What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
It is comforting when one has a sorrow to lie in the warmth of one's bed and there, abandoning all effort and all resistance, to bury even one's head under the cover, giving one's ...
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