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Future's the only flower worth tending in this earth, / where I sow my words daily: and you know, / these good trees bear fruit round the year, discreetly, / moving along the waterways / and four seasons of the faithful sun. |
God, despite his casual silence, still exists. Of that I haven’t a single doubt. |
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Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom |
He can't see the forest for the trees |
He that followeth Nature is never out of his way |
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