"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until..." - Quote by Plato
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.
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“O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.”