If we take care of the inches, we will not have to worry about the miles.

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She is not fair to outward view As many maidens be; Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me; Oh! then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light.

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Her very frowns are fairer far, / Than smiles of other maidens are.

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She is not fair to outward view / As many maidens be; / Her loveliness I never knew / Until she smiled on me.

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