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If you
were coming in the fall I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in
a year If only centuries delayed If certain when this life
was out But now all ignorant of
length, |
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh, When I am
sad and weary. When I think all hope has gone. Those have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont |
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