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Robert Burns
O my Luve's like a red, red rose...

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O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
   That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
   So deep in luve am I
And I will love thee still, my Dear,
   Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
   And the rocks melt wi' the sun :
will love thee still, my Dear,
   While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve
   And fare thee weel, a while !
And I will come again, my Luve,
   Tho' it were ten thousand mile

 

 

 

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh,

When I am sad and weary. When I think all hope has gone.
When I walk along High Holborn, I think of you with nothing on
.

Adrian Mitchell

Those have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont

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