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564e17c
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"I don't think that I've been in love as such Although I liked a few folk pretty well Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch for brave men died and empires rose and fell For love, girls follow boys to foreign lands and men have followed women into hell In plays and poems someone understands there's something makes us more than blood and bone and more than biological demands For me love's like the wind, unseen, unknown I see the trees are bending where it's been I know that it leaves wreckage where it's blown I really don't know what "I love you" means I think it means "don't leave me here alone"
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poem
poetry
love
sonnet
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Neil Gaiman |
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0a1c6ae
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"I really don't know what 'I love you' means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone."
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poetry
love
sonnet
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Neil Gaiman |
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6ea5826
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When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
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time
shakespeare
clock
sonnet
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William Shakespeare |
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0dde95b
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Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it, For that your self ye daily such doe see: But the trew fayre, that is the gentle wit, And vertuous mind, is much more praysd of me. For all the rest, how ever fayre it be, Shall turne to nought and loose that glorious hew: But onely that is permanent and free From frayle corruption, that doth flesh ensew. That is true beautie: that doth argue you To be divine and borne of heavenly seed: Deriv'd from that fayre Spirit, from whom al true And perfect beauty did at first proceed. He onely fayre, and what he fayre hath made, All other fayre lyke flowres untymely fade.
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poetry
british-literature
edmund-spenser
sonnet
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Edmund Spenser |
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d820067
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I really don't know what 'I love you' means. I think it means 'Don't leave me here alone'.
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poetry
love
sonnet
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Neil Gaiman |