SundayDec 22, 2024
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But happy they, the happiest of their kind! Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their Hearts, their Fortunes, and their Beings blend.
The world rolls round forever like a mill; It grinds out deaths and life and good and ill; It has no purpose, heart or mind or will.
My mirth can laugh and talk, but cannot sing: My grief finds harmonies in everything.
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