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The moon, yes, that'll be my home, my... paradise.
I shall find there all the souls that I love; Socrates... Galileo... and when I arrive, they will question my worthiness. "What the devil is he doing here among us? Philosopher, scientist, musician, duelist? Here lies Hercules Sauvingnan, de Cyrano de Bergerac!" I would not have you weep any less for that charming, good and handsome Christian. I only ask this... that as the great cold surrounds my bones, you allow a double meaning for your mourning vale. And when you let fall your tears for him, some few will be... for me
↓↓↓ ♥ I ADORE THESE PPL ENDLESSLYS & STUFFS☺SRSLYS!!! ♥ ↓↓↓
"Sometimes they just disappear like that. I'm not sure why. Sometimes all that remains
is a blood stain that only i can see, along with a vague feeling resembling pain."
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