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Bold Lover, never, never canst thou
kiss, Though winning near the goal--yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt though love, and she be fair! -John Keats (1795-1821), Ode on a Grecian Urn |
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