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Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.
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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There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
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Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!
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