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Say not of Beauty she is good. Or aught but beautiful, Or sleek to dove's wings of the wood Her wild wings of a gull Call her not wicked; that word's touch Consumes her like a curse; But love her not too much, too much For that is even worse. O, she is neither good not bad, But innocent and wild~! Enshrine her and she dies, who had The hard heart of a child.
~ Gloria Vanderbilt
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