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fill the cup, and in the fire of spring Your winter garment of repentance fling. The bird of time has but a little way To flutter - and the bird is on the wing. |
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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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