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"That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!"
"One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake."
"The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!"
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