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just looking around and maybe find a date or a friend
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height ...
Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep, And shall my soul that lies within your hand Remember nothing, as ...
I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit ...
When April bends above me And finds me fast asleep Dust need not keep the secret A live heart died ...
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