How silver-sweet sound lover's tongues by night. Love in its essence is spiritual fire. Fault for all to go around. Love is made with a vague regret.
The evil and the good. That valleys, groves, or hills, or fields, or woods and steepest mountains yield. I have heard of reasons manifold why love must be blind. Venus, thy eternal sway. All the race of men obey.
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