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How far away the stars seem, and how far Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart! ---W.B. Yeats
Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed. ----Alfred Lord Tennyson
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For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak. ----Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair. ---W.B. Yeats
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Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain. Alfred Lord Tennyson
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