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Tuesday, 18 August 2015

The hours I spend with you I look


                            The hours I spend with you I look 
                      upon as sort of a perfumed garden,
                      a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it...
                      you and you alone make me feel that I am alive.
                     Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have
                      seen thee and thou art enough

                                 
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