To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
Where thou art, that is home.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
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