when you are really angry with me....so angry with me...walk over and touch my face lovingly...so I know that even thru the anger you love me...that even tho we are angry, the moment is just a moment and not a rock that shatters the mirror upon which we look at each other....
and I...I shall do the same for you....
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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