Dark is the mist
Dark is the shape
Dark is the grave
From where I'll awake
It seems that I'm dead
It seems that I'm dead Dark, mist has enveloped me
I cannot see the light of day
All I see is darkness there
So I lay in my bed and cry Darkness falls as we run away
Mist creeps as we pass by
While we wait for the light of day
Don't release your hand, don't let go
We can never end the night

Mammy's heart was like a pallid beach where Laila's footprints would forever wash away beneath the waves of sorrow that swelled and crashed

Advice is not a gift, but a debt that the old owe to the young.

When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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