| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Look in my eyes: read there confession: The truest love has least of art: Nor needs it words for its expression When soul speaks soul and heart speaks heart. 66 Reasons I y EA, why I love thee let my heart repeat: I look upon thy face and then divine How men could die for beauty, such as thine,- Deeming it sweet To lay my life and manhood at thy feet, And for a word, a glance, Do deeds of old roma
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