And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. — Khalil Gibran
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. — Khalil Gibran
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. — Khalil Gibran
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. — Khalil Gibran
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. — Khalil Gibran
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And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

— Khalil Gibran
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