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I do not know. I do not know where I am, and where I am going to, and where I’m coming from. I know nothing about life. But I have seen some beauty. I have seen some brief, brief glimpses of beauty and happiness. I have seen.

Thought:

“Our youth was happy: why repine
That, like the Year’s, Life’s days decline?
‘Tis well to mingle with the mould
When we ourselves alike are cold,
And when the only tears we shed
Are of the dying on the dead.”

Walter Savage Landor

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