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Oh for the time when

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep
Without identity.

– Emily Bronte

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

– Emily Bronte

What ever souls are made of his and mine are the same

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
– Emily Brontë

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
– Emily Bronte