I love you like the devil loves his pitchfork. I love you like the angel loves his wings. I love you from here to heaven, through hell and back again.
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Robert Thier
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Ships are my arrows, the sea my bow, the world my target.

By Robert Thier

Chains of gold are still chains.

By Robert Thier
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