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Love, like a chicken salad a restaurant has, must be taken with blind faith or it loses its flavor |
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Love, thou art absolute sole Lord Of life and death |
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Ray Bradbury (1920-) |
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Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away |
Loving an old bachelor is always a no-win situation, and you come to terms with that early on, or you go away. |
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