Brevity is true beauty. As such, the life of the rose is outlived by the concrete and callous nature of prose. The Rembrandt remembrance of the fragrance of spring is but a homage to the fling. The birds will sing and man will write. But at the end of night, only one song breaks the day. That is all I have to say.
Brevity is true beauty. As such, the life of the rose is outlived by the concrete and callous nature of prose. The Rembrandt remembrance of the fragrance of spring is but a homage to the fling. The birds will sing and man will write. But at the end of night, only one song breaks the day. That is all I have to say.
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