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            fond kiss, and then we sever, Who
            shall say that Fortune grieves him, I'll
            ne'er blame my partial fancy, Had
            we never lov'd sae kindly, Fare
            - thee - weel, thou first and fairest! Ae
            fond kiss, and then we sever! | 
| 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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