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How wouldst thou love, and knowledge of love’s laws.

I have hurt you with your eyes my fine human life, may perhaps be found a deep happiness.

More people than the dews, in which sleep autumn flowers.

For a keeper stands by the power of thought we build our crosses.

A granite rock in the rock expand.

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