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I am content to follow to its
source Every event in action or in thought; Measure
the lot; forgive myself the lot! When such as I cast
out remorse So great a sweetness flows into the breast
We must laugh and we must sing, We are blest by everything
Everything we look upon is blest. - W.B. Yeats |
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