And in the midst of briars it blows. A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind. True love hates and will not bear delay. And thoughts of you, I do remember.
That valleys, groves, or hills, or fields, or woods and steepest mountains yield. Love on through all ills, and love on till they die! True love is but a humble, low born thing. Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one's breath.
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