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The heart, that secret, celestial flower, mysteriously blossoms, and one would not exchange one's darkness for all light.
-Vuctor Hugo The heart, that secret, celestial flower, mysteriously blossoms, and one would not exchange one's darkness for all light. -Vuctor Hugo
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