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Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.
5 years ago
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, Hair Quotes
, Years Quotes
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Blind self-love, vanity, lifting aloft her empty head, and indiscretion, prodigal of secrets more transparent than glass, follow close behind.
5 years ago
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Horace Quotes
, Self Quotes
, Vanity Quotes
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Rains driven by storms fall not perpetually on the land already sodden, neither do varying gales for ever disturb the Caspian sea.
5 years ago
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Horace Quotes
, Rain Quotes
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