"Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition."
"We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead."
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Source: Alexander Smith (1909). “The Poetical Works of Alexander Smith”
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