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I stumble and I fall, your time is on my side

Don’t make sense of it all, despite my foolish pride

It’s got me on my knees, tearin’ up my heart

I’m shakin’ at my bones, tearin’ me apart

When I can’t get close to you

I come undone, I come undone

Come undone, babe, I come undone

Time will take its toll, time can break your heart

And if I had the chance, we’d never have to part

Took my only flame, took my one desire

Threw it all away when jumping in the fire

I can’t get close to you

I come undone, come undone

Come undone, babe, I come undone

When the day is done I lay me down to rest

Everyone will see that I loved you the best

When all is said and done here simple and explain

And if I have the chance I’ll do it all again

But I can’t get close to you

I come undone, I come undone

Come undone, babe, I come undone

I’m not scared of the dark though you tangle and tease me

But worse than your bark you said you’d never leave me

The devil make everybody, don’t please believe me

Oh love of my life, won’t you let me down easy?

Undone, I come undone

Come undone, babe, I come undone

I come undone, I come undone

Come undone, babe, I come undone

– Isobel Karen Campbell –

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How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known?

– Orhan Pamuk – Snow

Ph : Josephine Cardin

There is a fragrance in the air, a certain passage of a song, an old photograph falling out from the pages of a book, the sound of somebody’s voice in the hall that makes your heart leap and fills your eyes with tears. Who can say when or how it will be that something easters up out of the dimness to remind us of a time before we were born and after we will die?

– Frederick Buechner – Telling the Truth

Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to … hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.

– Frederick Buechner –

I know he likes me. Of course I flatter him dreadfully. I find a strange pleasure in saying things to him that I know I shall be sorry for having said…Then I feel, …that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.

– Oscar Wilde –