| Don: |
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(shaking his head) What sort of love poem is this? |
| Aiko: |
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I sense no love – just a will to power. |
| Cindy: |
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It's tragic. Without love, our aspirations are hollow . . . . |
| Bai-Lou: |
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It goes further. . . even with "love" all existence quickly dissolves into dust. |
