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"1st, sweetness of all beginnings, of mornings you will wake that the first thing you'll see is her face. You will have breakfast of shuddered in delight and when the night comes you have her til' you sleep so tight. Here, in here you will learn the real magic of one smile, of the hand of other that divideth your hair, of the eyes diving deep in your soul."
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"2nd, so easy to be complacent and get used to love. To be drown by the power of ‘WE’, of ‘US’, of ‘OURS’. But how about the ‘HERS’?
How about the ‘I’? So easy to get drown by the thought that Yours is always Yours."
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"3rd, you'll get tired."
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"but 4th, the real love is never be given up ‘right!?"
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"but 5th, the real love is never always enough! When the wings that it gave you gets heavy and became a chain that almost wont let you stand, when the sky of the heart that you once flew became jail that you're the one who holds the lock and key but you don't want to relinguish."
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"6th. Even the most terrible fire will die. You must be ready for the pain. But never take care of anger."
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"here's the 7th. It'll leaves you full of wounds and scars and burns. Leave you smoking in hate to Her, to the World, to yourself. You'll be left ash from it."
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"8th. You should be ready for the end."
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"9th. I know, you seems like you're not yet ready for the end, i guess there's no one really be prepared for it, but now here it is."
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"And for the last, 10th. Love her still. in look, in stare, from the ashes left by your flames, love her still. But when the wings of love became bound, when you get prisoned by the former heaven in your heart, Love her for the last time ~ after that, Let go.”

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