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Lois McMaster Bujold

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Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart.

 
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True love's the gift which God has given
To man alone beneath the heaven:
It is not fantasy's hot fire,
Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly;
It liveth not in fierce desire,
With dead desire it doth not die;
It is the secret sympathy,
The silver link, the silken tie,
Which heart to heart, and mind to mind
In body and in soul can bind.

 
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