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Though I'm far over my prime time, I still feel romantic when I look at
a moon. But I cannot help but think of my slitude, not just emotionally
but as a fact of my life.
If I die tomorrow, no one would notice it a
month or many months, perhaps over a year. As far as I live, however,
I'd seek for love, all the more because it's unattainable.


Excerpts from She WALKS IN BEAUTY by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

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