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| For some we loved, 
			the loveliest and the best That from His vintage rolling Time hath pressed, Have drunk the Cup a round or two before, And one by one crept silently to rest. | 
| 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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