I can't live for myself, Richard. Sometimes I wonder how I can live *with* myself. Every day and night, it's love that sees me through. Love is the songbird singing.
I live because I love, and because I am loved, yet I do not know how to love myself or if I even should. What do you think, Richard?
...Cream ...
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