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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love
thee to the depth and breath and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal
grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men
strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old
griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with
the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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