Yes, Faust struck a bargain.
Your love was worth so much more than a soul.
In the end, who was fooled? The one who'd never known love or the one who'd never known hell?
P.S. Just got back from a Philadelphia Orchestra performance of Berlioz's Damnation of Faust, Simon Rattle conducting.
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