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The poem Love by Samuel Taylor Coleridge All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined...

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30-5=25 +3= 28 + 2= 30 there you go problem solved..there is no missing dollar, you just did the calculations wrong