You smiled, you spoke and I believed,
By every word and smile- deceived.
Another man would hope no more;
Nor hope I- what I hoped before.
But let not this last wish be vain;
Deceive, deceive me once again!
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A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. -W. H. Auden
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