Geliebt / Loved Geliebte / Loved Ones Leute / People Tod / Death Ventilator / Fan
People love me everywhere I go.
From the age of 4 or 5, I loved to make people laugh.
Love is possible as life is possible.
My heart reaches out to those whose loved ones were lost on MH17.
I don't know what it is, but French men love me.
Even if a unity of faith is not possible, a unity of love is.
People die from typewriters falling on their heads.
Fame is but the breath of people, and that often unwholesome.
Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.
