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    "text": "Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!",
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   {
    "text": "I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth.",
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   {
    "text": "I have heard love talked in my early youth,",
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   {
    "text": "And since, not so long back but that the flowers",
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   {
    "text": "Then gathered, smell still. Mussulmans and Giaours",
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   {
    "text": "Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth",
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   {
    "text": "For any weeping. Polypheme’s white tooth",
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   {
    "text": "Slips on the nut, if after frequent showers,",
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   {
    "text": "The shell is over-smooth; and not so much",
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   {
    "text": "Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate,",
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   {
    "text": "Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such",
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   {
    "text": "A lover, my Beloved! thou canst wait",
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   {
    "text": "Through sorrow and sickness, to bring souls to touch,",
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    "text": "And think it soon when others cry “Too late.”",
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