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A man cannot be cruel to the woman he loves.
love is the warmth of hearts, the tune that lovers play on the strings of joy, and the candle of existence. It is chains and restrictions, and yet the old need it before the young. Love is not born, but rather penetrates the eyes like flashing lightning.