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Jul 10, 2007 00:24

I will not ask where thou liest low,
Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may grow,
So I behold them not:
It is enough for me to prove
That what I lov'd, and long must love,
Like common earth can rot;
To me there needs no stone to tell,
'T is Nothing that I lov'd so well.

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oceanprince July 10 2007, 04:39:10 UTC
Aaw, you shouldn't have! *blush*

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