But is it what we love, or how we love, that makes true good? Guilt grows fate, no choice as before. Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate. Dark clouds cover a moonless sky.
When the earth lies shadowy dark below, oh, then the heavens are bluest! For thou art the whole wide world to me. What welcome you may give to me. It may not be utill years have passed.
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