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That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
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If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
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Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.
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Forever is composed of nows.
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