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“… and then all of a sudden the three men began to sing in powerful, thrilling voices. It was a luscious sound- a layered and gorgeous music of passionate intensity. The men weren’t just singing, they were crying and wailing in song. Real tears ran from their closed eyes and dripped onto their chests. I was elated, listening to it; and yet, somehow, I felt ashamed. It was as if the singers had taken me into their deepest and most intimate love and sorrow.”
Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that’s all there is. Love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that’s all we have—to hold on tight until the dawn
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