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“How do you know, poor fool? Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing fo…”

“She closed her eyes; and in the sweet slumber lyingher spirit tiptoed from its …”

“Shame is the fruit of my vanities, and remorse, and the clearest knowledge of h…”

“I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears…”