It's but little good you'll go a-water-ing the last year's crop.
Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
Our deeds still travel with us from afar and what we have been makes us what we are.
It is just that I don’t know how I could live without the hope of her. It would be like learning to live with wooden legs.
Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.
Tis what I love determines how I love.
What do we live for if not to make life less difficult for each other?
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