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Just two people Hands clasped, tender; One born of the other, The daughter and the mother; Pinpoints in a vast …
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Measure For Measure . . . What’s Your Pleasure?
“Sometimes the wish to kill you is As precious to me as the undeniable Fantastical facets opened up by, of, …
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