Our doubts are traitors and make us loose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
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Farewell, my own true love. I'm going away. But I'll be back. Though I go 10,000 miles. 10,000 miles or more. The rocks may melt and the seas may burn if I should not return.
Our doubts are traitors and make us loose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
..said Jenny on Saturday, February 06, 2010
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