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In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of trampled clay Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood; Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet ("Oil and Blood") ---W.B. Yeats
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever. ---Alfred Tennyson
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