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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Edgar Allan Poe
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
Edgar Allan Poe
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
Edgar Allan Poe
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