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friend must be a bird Because he flies. Mortal, my friend must be Because he dies! Barbs has he, like a bee. Ah, curious friend. Thou puzzlest me |
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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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