Then the door burst open wide
And my daddy stepped inside
And he kissed my mama's face
And he brushed her tears away
I love that song
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The Night Chicago Died- Paper Lace
And love is ether in your heart
or on its way
 He - (Simón Bolívar) - was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finishing line. The rest was darkness. "Damn it," He sighed. "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" So what’s the labyrinth? That’s the mystery isn’t it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape - the world, or, the end of it?
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