I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had. — Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
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I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had.

— Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
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