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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Rivers to the Sea by Sara Teasdale: Her eyes were strangely like my eyes
Tho' love had never made them shine.
Her body was a thing grown thin,
Hungry for love that never came;
Her soul was frozen in the dark
Unwarmed forever by love's flame.
I felt my lover look at her
And then turn suddenly to me,--
His eyes were magic to defy
The woman I shall never be.
FROM THE WOOLWORTH TOWER
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