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Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine, runs a joy with silken twine.
---William Blake

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him up for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.
----W.B. Yeats

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