If I'd never fallen
or you didn't look
no-one would know my heart
If your love was true
and my heart was yours,
No-one would know who was who.
If I never knew your name
and you didn't know mine
no-one would know my soul
If I was ever fair to thee
and your eyes were dark like mine
then no-one would know my sorrow
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Sparrows:
The present life of man, O king, seems to me, in comparison of that time which is unknown to us, like to the swift flight of a sparrow through the room wherein you sit at supper in winter, with your commanders and ministers, and a good fire in the midst, whilst the storms of rain and snow prevail abroad; the sparrow, I say, flying in at one door, and immediately out at another. Whilst he is within, he is safe from the wintry storm; but after a short space of fair weather, he immediately vanishes out of your sight, into the dark winter from which he had emerged. So this life of man appears for a short space, but of what went before, or what is to follow, we are utterly ignorant.
--via Celia
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