"HOWEVER."
"HOWEVER."
Even though we're
so much
quarrelsome, but
nevertheless we
like
us and yet
always loves us
dearly so much.
She's far
away from my arm
to touch, but she's
right therein my
heart to reach. She's
easily
offended
he's highly sensitive.
By her humility is
necessary.
Patient
is required of
him. She loves me,
I loved her more.
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