When you breathe, you inspire, and when you do not breathe, you expire.
Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine.
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