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Oar sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
— Percy Bysshe Shelley. |
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Death forerunneth Love, to win Sweetest eyes were ever seen.
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning. |
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Can I think of her as dead, and love her for the love she bore ? No—she never loved me truly, love is love for ever more.
—Alfred Tennyson. |
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Ood pity them both! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall.
— John Qreenleaf Whittier. |
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