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“It must be September,
July sun has disappeared”
― Charmaine J. Forde

“Turn, turn, my wheel! 'Tis nature's plan
The child should grow into the man,
The man grow wrinkled, old, and gray;
In youth the heart exults and sings,
The pulses leap, the feet have wings;
In age the cricket chirps, and brings
The harvest home of day.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“O sad, sad hills! O cold, cold hearth!
In sorrow he learned this truth —
One may return to the place of his birth,
He cannot go back to his youth.”
― John Burroughs

“Let us see how high we can fly before the sun melts the wax in our wings.”
― E.O. Wilson