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But Listen To Me. For One Moment Quit Being Sad. Hear Blessings Dropping Their Blossoms Around You.

Do Not Grieve Over Any Joy That Has Gone Forever, For It Will Return To You In Another Form, Know That For Sure.

Love’s Secret Is Always Lifting Its Head Out From Under The Covers, “here I Am!”

No Sickness Worse Than Imagining Thyself To Be Perfect Can Afflict Thy Soul.

Every Fragile Beauty, Every Perfect Forgotten Sentence, You Grieve Their Going Away, But That Is Not How It Is. Where They Come From Never Goes Dry. It Is An Always Flowing Spring.