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| We will never grow old. We will never grow old, you and I, do you understand that? The world is an evil, ancient place: it conspires for death like an old woman who, no longer young, attempts to poison the youth. But we are young, and we are immortal. For us, memory will never become a burden. Each day, though not the first, will be as sudden and full of surprise as the first day we felt joy. We will never forget the power of being alive, and even if we do die one day, the lives we have lived will last forever, because they are filled with an infinity of moments that are unique. In a sense we are the creators of the world, merely by being here. We are immortal, you and I: I think you know that. I can see it in your eyes. |
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