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 "title": "Love’s Alchemy",
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 "poet": "John Donne",
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    "text": "Some that have deeper digg’d love’s mine than I,",
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   {
    "text": "Say, where his centric happiness doth lie.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "I have loved, and got, and told,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "I should not find that hidden mystery.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "O! ’tis imposture all;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And as no chemic yet th’ elixir got,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But glorifies his pregnant pot,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "If by the way to him befall",
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   {
    "text": "Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal,",
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   {
    "text": "So, lovers dream a rich and long delight,",
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   {
    "text": "But get a winter-seeming summer’s night.",
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   {
    "text": "Our ease, our thrift, our honour, and our day,",
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   {
    "text": "Shall we for this vain bubble’s shadow pay?",
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   {
    "text": "Ends love in this, that my man",
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   {
    "text": "Can be as happy as I can, if he can",
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   {
    "text": "Endure the short scorn of a bridegroom’s play?",
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    "text": "That loving wretch that swears,",
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   {
    "text": "’Tis not the bodies marry, but the minds,",
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   {
    "text": "Which he in her angelic finds,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Would swear as justly, that he hears,",
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   {
    "text": "In that day’s rude hoarse minstrelsy, the spheres.",
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   {
    "text": "Hope not for mind in women; at their best,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Sweetness and wit they are, but mummy, possess’d.",
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