That makes it hard to be so brave.
Herein, I think, is love.
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Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted;
If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning
Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment.
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
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Ah, yes! I would a phœnix be,
And burn my heart in Deity!