...when the pain subsides the grief remains. — Jonathan Brett Kennedy, Mad World
...when the pain subsides the grief remains. — Jonathan Brett Kennedy, Mad World
...when the pain subsides the grief remains. — Jonathan Brett Kennedy, Mad World
...when the pain subsides the grief remains. — Jonathan Brett Kennedy, Mad World
...when the pain subsides the grief remains. — Jonathan Brett Kennedy, Mad World
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...when the pain subsides the grief remains.

— Jonathan Brett Kennedy, Mad World
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