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Many of our good intentions are so feeble, that like snow flakes, they
melt as they come.

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The earth is a fertile womb bringing forth fruits for all. A few men
claim they are God's first sons and take the crop.

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There are women who breath forth intoxicating perfumes. The man who
inhales them is in danger of great good or of great evil.

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Nature, unheard, performs her greatest deeds.

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Ingratitude is a tree whose fruit poisons the very air.

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Many could make lye out of the cold ashes of their hopes.

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