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Robert Burns
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Ae
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! |
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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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