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She knew she was by him beloved, she knew.

Her glorious fancies come from far, beneath the silver evening star.
It may not be utill years have passed.

You who would live, would live alone and in sorrow.
Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound.

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, you desire more of pain than pleasure!

I just got back from the corner store. I needed to go and buy a few things, there was no food in the house. When I got home my dog had dug a big hole under the fence and he ran off. I just spent the last 30 minutes searching the neighborhood until I could find him.

I need to get a concrete fence put in, the old wooden one is too easy to dig under.

Damn, what is it with all the political crap recently? It never ends and it’s everywhere. I’ve never really been into politics, but lately it seems like politics are on overdrive. I don’t get it.

No one agrees, which is good I guess. When nothing is agreed upon nothing gets done.

No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets.
With life all other passions fly.
Never the right time or the place, we misstep.
They sin who tell us Love can die.
Love is ever sick, and yet is never dying.
A little grain shall not be spilt.

Let never man be bold enough to say, no farther shall my passion stray.
Wedded love is founded on esteem.
That I might all forget the human race.
Heaven’s great artillery.

If you would be loved, love and be lovable.
There was but one beloved face on earth, and that was shining on him.

But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; all great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
Love can hope where reason would despair.
Open your heart and take it in.
To me the worst of crimes – I outlived my liking.