Life done of smiles and of tears, life done of love and of sufferings, but in the dark there is always a light that never extinguishes him.
Life of affection and tears, Lawrence is lost, you/he/she is not dead alive inside of us, you must know how to find him/it inside of you, he waits yourself really there.
What holds in life is the memory, the continuous thought doesn't die.
Inside of you will find him/it to you, imsieme to you will feel him/it to us.
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