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Extra things for Sunnydale High
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Passion, it lies in
All of us,
Sleeping, waiting,
And though unwanted
It will stir.
Open its jaws and howl.
Passion is the source of our finest moments.
The joy of love,
The clarity of hatred,
And the ecstasy of grief,
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.
If we live without passion,
Maybe we would know
Some kind of peace,
But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuddered, dank,
Without passion we’d feel
Truly dead,
Passion rules us all
And we obey.
What other choice do we have?
- Angel >>Season 2, Episode: Passion<<
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