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Emily Dickinson
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left me, sweet, two legacies, - A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You
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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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