To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die. >>
But now our fate from unmomentous things, may rise like rivers out of >>
It's the niceties that make the difference fate gives us the hand, and >>
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat. >>
Wherever the fates lead us let us follow. >>
But now our fate from unmomentous things, may rise like rivers out of little springs.