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What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; -William Wordsworth (1770-1850), Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood |
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