B L I S S
Ignorance is bliss, until they take your bliss away
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A Madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.
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