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— Philip James Bailey"Dear Lord, our God and Saviour! for Thy gifts The world were poor in thanks, though every soul Were to do nought but breathe them, every blade Of grass, and every atomie of earth To utter it like dew."
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Dirt rolls from his palm, Blades of grass Tumble from his hair.
— Gary Soto
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We're just blades of grass, and when we go, we go, we never come back; one life . . . maybe that's true. But I tend to believe that this is not all there is. Because my life has been like a shadow of something deeper. And I've experienced that many times.
— Anthony Hopkins
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