Sometimes I feel like the whole world is only us two. Sometimes I wish it were so. Then I could grasp us in my hand and carry us to safety. It would be manageable, I would protect it. And all the world -- which would not exist, except for us -- would heap praise upon our souls. Isn't it a pretty bauble, this dream, this love? Luckily I can afford it. You are my gold.
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