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Daphnis dearest, wherefore weave me
Webs of lies lest truth should grieve me?
I could pardon much, believe me:
Dower me, Daphnis, or bereave me,
Kiss me, kill me, love me, leave me,--
Damn me, dear, but don't deceive me! .....Appeal by Edith Nesbit (1858-1924)
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