Sometimes one love, fill rage, fear effuse unreturn’d love; now think — Walt Whitman

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Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn'd love; But now I think there is no unreturn'd love—the pay is certain, one way or another; (I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return'd; Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)

Walt Whitman

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