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Longing is like a seed that wrestles in the ground
— Emily Dickinson
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Fain would I wed a fair young man that night and day could please me, When my mind or body grieved that had the power to ease me. Maids are full of longing thoughtsthat breed a bloodless sickness, And that, oft I hear men say, is only cured by quickness.
— Thomas Campion
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