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Every particle of dust on a patch of earth Was a sun-cheek or brow of the morning star; Shake the dust off your sleeve carefully-- That too was a delicate, fair face.Unknown
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O friend, for the morrow let us not worry This moment we have now, let us not hurry When our time comes, we shall not tarry With seven thousand-year-olds, our burden carryUnknown
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Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of ParUnknown
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Now the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires.Unknown
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Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spin The Thread of present Life away to win- What? for ourselves, who know not if we shall Breathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!Unknown
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The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.Unknown