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“How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.”
― A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.”
― A Midsummer Night’s Dream
“She'd laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.”
― Six of Crows
― Six of Crows
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