| 09.06.2006 :: 15:52 | |
| "My face in thine eyes, thine in mine appears.
And true plain hearts|do in the faces rest.
Where can we find|two better hemispheres
without sharp North,|without declining West?
Whatever dies|was not mixed equally.
If our two loves be one
and thou and I love so alike that none can slacken...
none can die."
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