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Lord
Byron
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So,
we'll go no more a-roving For
the sword outwears its sheath Though
the night was made for loving |
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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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