|| Francisco Didier Byron & Emilie Fabiola Casanova || 

                               I feel almost at times as I have felt
                    In happy childhood; trees, and flowers, and brooks,
                         Which do remember me of where I dwelt,
                       Ere my young mind was sacrificed to books,
                          Come as of yore upon me, and can melt
                          My heart with recognition of their looks;
                          And even at moments I could think I see
                     Some living thing to love - but none like thee

                                                    Lord Byron

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