azed into me and saw your image.

    t;I love you.quot;

    But in truth you loved yourself in me.

    ceases to be a virtue.

    Love w always springing is always dying.

    You cannot  at time;

    For youtoo busy living to knooo busy seeking itself to live. You may sit at your ccoute to hand.

    And you may say in your innocence, quot;;

    But sen a of eac.quot;

    Once every s Jesus of tian in a garden among talk long; and eacime Jesus of Nazareto Jesus of tian, quot;My friend, I fear we s;

    May God feed t!

    A great man her forbears.

    Sell a lie  ts is too small for o leave it for larger space?

    Beery sealed h seven seals.

    aiting is time.

    if trouble sern wall of your house?

    You may forget t never t.

    t be sometrangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

    Our God in  ear.

    You are but a fragment of your giant self, a mout seeks bread, and a blind  y mouth.

    If you  a cubit above race and country and self you would indeed become godlike.

    If I  find fault  loide.

    It is a good sain is able; it is only your stomac is in disorder.

    S upon a cloud you  see try and anotone between a farm and a farm.

    It is a pity you cannot sit upon a cloud.

    Seven centuries ago seven o te summit of tain. One of tc said, quot;I see a black spot on t;

    today t valley tell of seven black doves  of tain.

    In tumn I gathem in my garden.

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