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2001-11-27 - 9:08 p.m. From Inferno by Dante Alighieri ...There is no greater pain Than remembering happy days in days Of sadness . . . But if to know the root of our love You have so great a desire, I'll tell you as one who weeps as she speaks. One day, for pleasure simply, we were reading Of Lancelot, and how love overpowered him; Alone we were, and free from all suspicions. Often that reading caused our eyes to meet, And often the color from our faces went, But it was a single passage that overcame us: When we read how the desired smile was Kissed by one so true a lover, then this one, Who from me never will be taken, Kissed me on the mouth, his body all a-tremble, . . . And no more did we read that day. -bsg- prior mistakes future mistakes
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