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By Nature's law, what may be, may be now,
I knew a Princess: she was old,
Almost afraid they led her in:
Fle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothefastnesse,
What tale is this which stirs a world of knaves
You who are still and white
Overnight, the air froze.
I loathe that I did love,

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Always do what you are afraid to do.
— E. Lockhart, We Were Liars