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— Percy Bysshe Shelley"A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night."
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I would not live alway; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way.
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The law of violence is not a law, but a simple fact which can only be a law when it does not meet with protest and opposition. It is like the cold, darkness and weight, which people had to put up with until recently when warmth, illumination and leverage were discovered.
— Leo Tolstoy
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