“Even while I spoke, the bare word ‘kiss’ hath made my inner soul to tremble like a lutestring, ere the note hath melted in the silence that it broke.”
— Alfred Lord Tennyson: The Hesperides (excerpt from "Oh, Beauty, passing beauty!”)
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