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never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God! Angels,
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Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh, When I am sad and
weary. When I think all hope has gone. Those have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont,
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