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Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
When we lose the one we love,our bittersweet tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough
No smile is as beautiful as the one that struggles through the tears
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Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
If I tell you that I love you,can I keep you forever?
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