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Aug 21, 2010 02:02
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When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young. Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false speaking tongue: On both side thus is simple truth suppress'd: But wherefore says she not she is unjust? And wherefore say not I that I am old? Oh! love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told: Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
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candyshowers
August 21 2010, 15:43:26 UTC
"the idea that tomorrow will turn out better"
Good choice, but I don't have this ability.
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luckydicelost
August 21 2010, 17:10:42 UTC
Trust me, this job seriously tested my ability to believe in that- I only have 3 days left of work and they are STILL making me travel!
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Good choice, but I don't have this ability.
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