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real wants, and how vast our imaginary ones! (Lavater).
Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away, Turn thou ghost that way nod let me turn this, And let our selves benighted our happiest day, We asked none leave to love; nor will we owe Any , so cheap a death , so saying , goe;goe; and that word have not quite killed thee. (Jhon Donne) Married love burns as fire, and seeks nothing more than the mate.
(Martin Luther) "In silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousand of people."
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