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The Loss Of Love Is A Terrible Thing; They Lie Who Say That Death Is Worse.

Whatever Lives Is Granted Breath But By The Grace And Sufferance Of Death.

What Is Last Year's Snow To Me, Last Year's Anything? The Tree Budding Yearly Must Forget How Its Past Arose Or Set

I Was Reared In The Conservative Atmosphere Of A Methodist Parsonage.

The Key To All Strange Things Is In Thy Heart..../ My Spirit Has Come Home, That Sailed The Doubtful Seas.