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This is one moment but know that another will pierce you with sudden painful joy. I like not only to be loved but to be told I am loved. You are the music while the music lasts. To make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. There’s no vocabulary for love within a family, love that’s lived in and not looked at, love within the light of which all else is seen, the love within which all other love finds speech. This love is silent. Blessed is the influence of one true, loving soul human soul on another. For love would be love of the wrong thing there is yet faith, but the faith and love and the hope are all in the waiting...