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True Love

    True Love in this differs from gold and clay,
    That to divide is not to take away.
    Love is like understanding that grows bright
    Gazing on many truths; ‘t is like thy light,
    Imagination! which from earth and sky,
    And from the depths of human fantasy,
    As from a thousand prisms and mirrors, fills
    The universe with glorious beams, and kills
    Error, the worm, with many a sun-like arrow
    Of its reverberating lightning.

    — Percy Bysshe Shelley

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