The heart dies without space for love, without a moral horizon:
think of it then as a bird trapped in a box.
My heart goes out with love to those beyond the fence;
only toward them can one really advance, that is, make
progress.
Without them I feel I’m half a person.
Romeo was born a Montague, and Juliet came from the Capulet
line,
and …
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