Gone--flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
~Albert Tennyson
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
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He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sunrise
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