When I loved you, I can`t but allow I had many an exquisite minute; But the scorn that I feel for you now Hath even more luxury in it! Thus, whether we`re on or we`re off, Some witchery seems to await you; To love you is pleasant enough, And oh! `tis delicious to hate you!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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