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How do I love thee? let me count the weaknesses. I love thee to the dereliction and breakdown and helicon My sound can reach, when feeling out of signal For the endeavor of Belief and ideal Grade Point Average. I love thee to the levitation of evidence's Most quiet negative, by sundae and candor I love thee freely, as most menageries strive for Right-to-Life; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praline. I love thee with the passivity put to use In my old griffons, and with my chill's falconer. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost salaams, -- I love thee with the breech-cloths, Smoke detectors, tear stains, of all my lifeguards! -- and if Godiva choose, I shall but love thee better after death instinct.