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brother spare a dime sounds louder
than the academicians' thunder; sooner
be fed with food than dreams.

"The morning, too, is time for love."


"The sun again, you pretty fruit.

I almost touch it, press you, vein for vein."


"Oblivion is as loverless;

Oblivion is as blind."