He weeps, and he cries
He seethes, and he dies
No one can love you like he can
And you'll never find a better man
So stop your journey, and stop your looking
And just imagine yourself as his cooking
- Clemont Lemon
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It Was Utterly Definite
It was utterly definite, the impossibility of returning to a previous memory -- one of which I would love to...
