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            Love itself is what is left

              over when being in love

              has burned away,  and

              this is both an art and

                fortunate accident.

                                Your Tango

The moving finger writes; And having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line Nor all your Tears Wash out a Word of it. Omar Khayam