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There's a story bartenders tell about the Devil. Every night with the closure of bars, he chooses one and walks into the door with all the sadness of the world on his shoulders. To the bar. Or to the pub. Or in the saloon. Where people drive themselves into sweet oblivion. He's not particular. So the Devil comes and wants to talk. If you listen and survive, he will give you on tea. And you will never have to work. What the narrator can finish the story either good or bad, depending on his mood. It's all true. But sometimes the Devil likes to play along.

Before I was afraid of you, Uhtred, but now I see, you're just a sword. A piece of metal. You have known it will disappear. You will die forgotten, not glorified. You will not get any in heaven or Valhalla.

How often, after a quarrel people people forget the good that was done for them their loved ones.

Welcome to the oblivion. Enter and abandon all hope.

We terminated the magical links
But perhaps their re-associate,
And love will be reborn again
From the sepulchral darkness of oblivion.
There is no need! In the arms of sleep
May she rest peacefully it!
From crying to hold back no power...
Oh, close her features again!
For what, for what, angel baby,
Like madmen in the darkness of the tomb
We buried our love!
Attracted by a strange power.

Best armor - oblivion. And you, my dear, is protected like no other.

Death is just oblivion.

Eventually, you'll realize that the most difficult not to burn the letters and forget them...

To use the life [after death] they were ashamed.
Especially happy oblivion.

This is all wrong.
It's not my house, right?
Do I know you?
My mind tries to forget?
Redemption for lonely souls
Who could not control their life
And our favorite, permanently missing.
I hope the darkness they find will give them light.

The opposite of love is death and love is bitter magical dope that helps us temporarily forget about dying. This is why anyone who knows anything about death knows something about love.

And I was just trying to get you
And now I'm dying to forget you
Cause I knew I couldn't catch you.




I was trying to achieve
But now I'm ready to die, to forget about you,
Because I know that you will not be able to catch you.

And I was just trying to get you
And now I'm dying to forget you
Cause I knew I couldn't catch you.




I was trying to achieve
But now I'm ready to die, to forget about you,
Because I know that you will not be able to catch you.

When does the memory remain only feelings. What we've learned doesn't matter. What was for lunch, where we went to relax... Nothing matters but what we feel, who we care about... It's important.
When memory goes, all that's left is emotion. What we've learned doesn't matter. What we had for lunch, where we went for vacation... None of it matters. But how we feel who we're close to... It is important.