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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now_x000D_
Is hung with bloom along the bough. – A. E. Housman
Look not in my eyes, for fear
They mirror true the sight I see,
And there you find your face too clear
And love it and be lost like me. – A. E. Housman
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again. – A. E. Housman
Piglet: “How do you spell ‘love’?” Winnie the Pooh: “You don’t spell it…you feel it.” – A. A. Milne