We may remark in passing that to be blind and beloved may, in this wor >>
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Love is a friendship set to music. >>
Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; per >>
My wife heard me say I love you a thousand times, but she never once h >>
To love another person is to see the face of God. [Les Miserables]