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" Hold still, mine hands, be still, O fev'rish blood, if the mere thought of her doth move me so, how shall it be when I stand by her side? How when her lovely face doth meet mine eyes? How shall I do when my ears hear her voice, which is a sweeter music to my soul above all else in the galaxy could sound? The measure of my keen affection doth and exceed all measure, line, or boundary. And this affection, bred of memory, is but a shadow to what may come forth when her presence I shall stand last. "
― Ian Doescher , William Shakespeare's The Clone Army Attacketh (William Shakespeare's Star Wars, #2)