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autumn tree lined forest roadSay not in grief that she is no more but say in thankfulness that she was.
A death is not the extinguishing of a light, but the putting out of the lamp because the dawn has come.

 

England - A.E. Housman

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remember'd hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.


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