Sonnet XVII
Pablo Neruda
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I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
than this: where I doe
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so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
Sonnet XVII
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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.