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You haven’t changed a bit in all the ways that matter!
And so …
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
— The Bard (as rendered by the Dench)
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