Love comforteth like sunshine after rain. — William Shakespeare, The Complete Sonnets and Poems
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain. — William Shakespeare, The Complete Sonnets and Poems
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain. — William Shakespeare, The Complete Sonnets and Poems
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain. — William Shakespeare, The Complete Sonnets and Poems
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain. — William Shakespeare, The Complete Sonnets and Poems
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Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.

— William Shakespeare, The Complete Sonnets and Poems
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