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| I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one. - Edna St. Vincent Millay |
| God loved the flowers and invented soil. Man loved the flowers and invented vases. - Variation of a saying by Jacques Deval |
| A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring. - William Carlos Williams
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| Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there. - Francis Thompson |
| Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms. - Ikkyu Sojun |
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