No jewels, save eyes, own, a rose even softer rosy lips. a quiet youth — Vladimir Nabokov

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No jewels, save my eyes, do I own, but I have a rose which is even softer than my rosy lips. And a quiet youth said: 'There is nothing softer than your heart.' And I lowered my gaze…

Vladimir Nabokov

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