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  • His Confidence

    Undying love to buy
    I wrote upon
    The corners of this eye
    All wrongs done.
    What payment were enough
    For undying love?

    I broke my heart in two
    So hard I struck.
    What matter? For I know
    That out of rock,
    Out of a desolate source,
    Love leaps upon its course.

    William Butler Yeats

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