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“If only you'd give in.... to the longing inside...you would hear your deepest cry.....if only you'd give in.... to your ache inside...you would feel your unshed tears.....if only you'd give in...to the yearnings unmet.....you would meet yourself......tender and fierce....soft and wild...for you are the light when dawn breaks in sky...you are the dark when sun comes down...”

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