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I know that there are eyes, most melancholy ones, In which no precious secrets lie hidden; Lovely cases without jewels, lockets without relics, Emptier and deeper than you are, O Heavens! But is it not enough that you are a semblance To gladden a heart that flees from the truth? What matter your obtuseness or your indifference? Mask or ornament, I adore your beauty. — William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil

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