Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.
Wherever they burn books they will also, in the e
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Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.
Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men a
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Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men and rocks all of them to manhood.
With the rose the butterfly's deep in love,
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With the rose the butterfly's deep in love,
A thousand times hovering round;
But round himself, all tender like gold,
The sun's sweet ray is hovering found.
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