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Young girls are sad. They like to be; it makes them feel strong. – A. S. Byatt
June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould. – A. E. Housman
Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I. – A. E. Housman
We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more. – A. E. Housman