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Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.

William Wordsworth

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He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
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Often in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
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