Prologue

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If you want a red rose...you must build it out of music by moonlight and stain it with your own heart's blood.You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn.All night long you must sing to me,
and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins,and become mine.
-The nightingale and the rose(Oscar Wilde)
Love needs sacrifice and great efforts.Is this what you're trying to tell me, right?And dear my beloved I'm telling you that I'm ready for it...
-Samir Ansari

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