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The rose is a flower of love. The world has acclaimed it for centuries. Pink roses are for love hopeful and expectant. White roses are for love dead or forsaken, but the red roses, ah the red roses are for love triumphant.
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It is at the edge of the petal that love waits.
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A flower because it is Monday
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Hold On
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The purpose of life is a life of purpose.
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.peace.
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Happiness comes from the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, and to think freely
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Hello again, everybody. It's a bee-yooo-tiful day!
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Everyone has something no one else has, or has ever had: your fingerprints, your brain, your heart. Be an individual. Be unique. Stand out. Make noise. Make someone notice. That's the power of individuals.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star
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The earth laughs in flowers
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wish for your deepest desires
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There is a bit of magic in everything
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She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful
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Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense
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the world is beautiful
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A thing of beauty is a joy forever; its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
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I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars
