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gptkbp:famous_quote
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
I am a part of all that I have met.
The brook flows on.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die.
There is no time like the old time.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
' Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.
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