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Indeed Indeed I Cannot Tell

Indeed indeed,

I cannot tell,

Though I ponder on it well,

Which were easier to state,

All my love or all my hate.

Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me When I say thou dost disgust me.

O,

I hate thee with a hate That would fain annihilate;

Yet sometimes against my will,

My dear friend,

I love thee still.

It were treason to our love,

And a sin to God above,

One iota to abate Of a pure impartial hate.

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Henry David Thoreau

Henry David Thoreau (see name pronunciation; July 12, 1817 – May 6, 1862) was an American naturalist, essayist, poet, and philosopher.[3] A lead…

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