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Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
-- George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Don Juan"
If she had not been cupric in her ions,
Her shape ovoidal,
Their romance might have flourished.
But he built tetrahedral in his shape,
His ions ferric,
Love could not help but die,
Uncatylised, inert, and undernourished.
Brillineggiava, ed i tovoli slati
girlavano ghimbanti nella vaba;
i borogovi eran tutti miman
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