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always seem like
mildest tonic
It is just like you. Still. And I can't help but to revive those happy days...
... is merely the beginning of the beginning, like the first intemperate days of winter, which always seem like mildest tonic later on.
- From Aloft by C. R. Lee
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a leaf
on a dying tree
She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree.
- Sin City, 2005
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a question
without an answer
What happens when the dream's all over?
What happens then?
I don't know.
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the desire of the moth
for the star
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
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