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If only his hatred Was as transient As her love His rage burns with passion Yet all her love Is lost.
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC
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If only his hatred Was as transient As her love His rage burns with passion Yet all her love Is lost.
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC
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