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He is the half part of a blessed man,
left to be finished by such as she:
And she a
fair divided excellence,
whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
- William Shakespeare
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If you ever think of me out of the blue,
just remember it’s all the kisses I’ve
blown in the air
finally catching up to you!
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