| Bai-Luo: | Love is a kind of awakening - with this I agree. |
| Don: | Well, there are so many kinds of love. Isn't generalization futile? |
| Aiko: | When will you drop your intellectualizations? They are sterile . . . |
| Don: | Let's make a bargain. I'll drop my intellectualizations if you drop your rhetoric! |
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Love BirthUntil you saw a blossom in me i wuz a derrmunt seed sensing nuthang beyund the sheath ah darkness covering me thick casing As spring came sunlight awakuned forces i only dimly perceived Slowly me head thrust upward - peeping above clods ah dirt as tendrils awooken'd in fields whare kuntless seedlings gained birth Feeling strength in sunlaight in nature's symphonie i became ah blossum whuse petals sang through color: Oh joy! Oh life! Oh spring! |
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