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I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.

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She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
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My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
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Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
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A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
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And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
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You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.
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Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
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But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
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