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"Say though dost love me, love me, love me, -- toll
The silver iterance! -- only minding, Dear,
To love me also in silence with thy soul.
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"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of
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