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I love whom I love, Prince Lir repeated firmly. You have no power over anything that matters.

Peter S. Beagle

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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
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Manhattan borough
New York City
Peter Soyer Beagle
Prince
Matters
Power
Anything
Matter
Love
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Marveling at his own boldness, he said softly, I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me.
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Sing to me, she said. That would be valiant, to raise your voice in this dark, lonely place, and it will be useful as well. Sing to me, sing loudly-drown out my dreams, keep me from remembering whatever wants me to remember it. Sing to me, my lord prince, if it please you. It may not seem a hero's task, but I would be glad of it.
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