alberto
Sophie broke my heart when the queen died and at the guard and funeral. The expressions on her face were of absolute sorrow.
I think that the pain you feel when someone or something dies is directly proportionate with the love while they lived.
The lass looked broken.
And as rotten as grief is, I think (as Nurse Crane said) the love is always worth it.
I go to this time and time again.
It is a favourite.
Ay, the pain it costs me
to love you as I love you!
For love of you, the air, it hurts,
and my heart,
and my hat, they hurt me.
Who would buy it from me,
this ribbon I am holding,
and this sadness of cotton,
white, for making hankerchiefs with?
Ay, the pain it costs me
to love you as I love you!