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What sound was that?

I turn away, into the shaking room.

What was that sound that came in on the dark?
What is this maze of light it leaves us in?
What is this stance we take,
To turn away and then turn back?
What did we hear?

It was the breath we took when we first met.

Listen. It is here.
Harold Pinter, It is Here

Gatsby looked at Daisy in a way that every young girl wanted to be looked at.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
W.B. Yeats, A Drinking Song

You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.
Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

From This Moment On, Shania Twain

Need You Now, Lady Antebellum

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