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The sweetest flower that blows, I give you as we part. For you it is a Rose, For me it is my heart.
— Frederick Peterson
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Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page. They fade into the emptiness, another dark gray day. Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then. Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen.
— Edgar Allan Poe
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