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I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not,-- The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow? -Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), To __ |
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