âLove, Time stops, doesnât it? Are we not testaments to this? Two old, misplaced souls, Asleep for seventy years? So close your eyes, love. Maybe seconds can be minutes and minutes can be hours and hours can be unending eternities Where I donât have to open my eyes To a reality without you. So, letâs sleep. Let the world go to hell. For we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people, and weâve suffered enough.â
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