I'm swept away by how you've undone me
It falls to the sea, my God, how can it be?
Oh, Love is real, I swear it holds me still
No matter how I feel, I know it always will
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Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it. - C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
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