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To see her is to love her, And love but her forever For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!
Robert Burns
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Robert Burns
Age: 37 †
Born: 1759
Born: January 25
Died: 1796
Died: July 21
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Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . .
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And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
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