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Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest, And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers
William S. Gilbert
a librettist who was a collaborator with Sir Arthur Sullivan in a famous series of comic operettas (1836-1911)
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