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“Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing…” quote by William Shakespeare
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“Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen can passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.”

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