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And as I walked the garden of love.
I passed the gates of and the gates
of perdition. Maybe the experience
of all is that even the wonderful and
precious moments don't last and
appear a dream that faded much too
when looking back.

But both and light are given to us
to us prospect and grow: like every living
being needs the interplay of sweet
kiss and gentle embrace. And as
darkness falls while I'm away on
the river of sadness, the of love's
golden is my only supply of logs for
the cold and lonely of the soul.

This is a tribute to a love that was so
as long as it lasted and so bitter
when it ended: both love's heavenly
bliss as well as bereavement's
despair are to be amongst these 10
songs that are like sears to me now...

But the dream remains, and yet my love
has not withered nor have my songs
away: Though Moonshadow died in the
of declining Kyrah. Sid survived -
but for how longer?

Goodnight - and may the bless you all!

SID

"When I'm dead, my Dearest,
sing no sad for me,
plant thou no at my head,
nor cypress tree:
Be the grass above me
with showers and wet;
and if wilt, remember,
and if wilt, forget."

[Christina (1830-1894)]