Aeschylus
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep , pain cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, come wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
Crimson veils and fairy tales and lights that seem familiar, there's a doorway to the temple, there's a spell that i've been under, given by the spirits swimming in the waters of redemption, when i look into your eyes, there's a truth i fail to mention
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