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ㅤㅤShall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer’s lease hath all too short a date: sometime too hot the eye of 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, and often is his gold complexion dimm’d; and every fair from fair sometime declines, by chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d; but thy eternal summer shall not fade. Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade, when in eternal lines to time thou grow’st; so long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.













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If you came to me with a face I have not seen, with a name I have never heard, I would still know you. Even if ce͟n͟t͟u͟ri͟es se͟p͟e͟ra͟t͟ed us, I would still feel you. Somewhere between the 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 and the 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭, through every collapse and creation, there is a pulse that echoes of you and I.

When we leave this world, we give up all our possesions and our memories. Love is the only thing we take with us. It is all we carry from one live to the next.

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ㅤ ㅤ 𝓜oment 𝐎f 𝓣ruth

One day i looked at you, and it suddenly occured to me how beautiful your smile was. I heard music in your laughter, i saw poetry in your words. You asked me why i had that look on my face, as though a shadow had fallen across its sun-drenched landscape, heavy with premonition, dark with revelation. The second i tried to tell myself wasn't in love was the moment i realised i was.
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Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.







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The waves beside them danced; but they out-did the sparkling waves in glee: a poet could not but be gay, in such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought, what wealth the show to me had brought:


My heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the da͟f͟f͟o͟dil͟s

I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and hills, when all at once I saw a crowd, a host, of golden daffodils; beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the milky way, they stretched in never-ending line. along the margin of a bay: ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

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