“Fare thee well, and if for ever
Still for ever fare thee well.”

— George Gordon Byron

Fare Thee Well http://readytogoebooks.com/LB-FTW46.htm, st. 1 (1816). <br class="br">Context: Fare thee well! and if forever,<br>Still forever, fare thee well:<br>Even though unforgiving, never<br>'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.

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