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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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Something is always wanting to incomplete fortune.
[Lat., Curtae nescio quid semper abest rei.]
5 years ago
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Horace Quotes
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