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Jun 2013
What is honour compared to a woman's love?
What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms,
We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love.
That is our great glory and our great tragedy.
Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities,
So go live your life and treasure every moment.
Edward Searson
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Edward Searson  England
(England)   
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