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These tears I’m wailing, I spill not without reason. Remove them, my dearest love. Take me to the place I’ve been dreaming of, where the grotesquely lonely meet the grotesquely lonely and they whisper, just very softly, Please be mine, Dearest Love. ― Morrissey, from “My Dearest Love,” Swords. (26 October 2009)

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