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Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome…


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To cry to the sea that roared to us, to sigh To th' winds whose pity,…


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I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my…


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Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me, I may…


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And queer inspiration Of music, the nation Of bright-plumed trees And…


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Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle…


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If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he…


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To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something…


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Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed…


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In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes…