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The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.

Robert Burns

The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.
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Friendship One Liner World
My heart ‘s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart ‘s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
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Dreams Fantasy Heart Myself Yourself
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
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Forever Love See
Oh my luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; Oh my luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune.
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Play Red Rose
And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
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Herself Light Pass Run Thinking
Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
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End One Liner Present Time
Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
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Gift Ourselves Power See
The best plans of men and mice often go awry.
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Best Destroy Planning
When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
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Cold Forest November Winds
Suspense is worst than disappointment.
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Disappointment One Liner Worst
Be Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel’s united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.
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Hands Right True Unity
My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.
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Fools Right Rule Son Wisdom
The honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men, for a’ that!
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Honesty King Man Poor
Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.
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Desire Enemy Friendship Heart Love Myself Peace Tears
Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
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Desire Learning Nature Spark
Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
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Human Mourning Silver

The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.

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