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be of love (a little) more careful than of anythinge.e. cummingsOnce a young shepard went off to despond: How could he dance again? How could he sing? All of his thoughts to his shepardess cling, with love in his heart like a ruinous wound. The root of his sorrow? No, never the wound: the lad was a lover and welcomed the dart that lodged where it drank the red race of his heart