Copy ImageThe sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought
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Soul meets soul on lovers lips
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If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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We look before and after,And pine for what is not;Our sincerest laughterWith some pain is fraught;Our sweetest songs are those that tell Of saddest thought
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