“Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt I love you. I love thee, I love but thee with a love that shall not die. ‘Til the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.” Shakespeare, writer, “Hamlet.”
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