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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Age: 55 †
Born: 1806
Born: March 6
Died: 1861
Died: June 30
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truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.
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