IN HER GARDEN OF YADDO Hours fly, Flowers die New days, New ways, Pass by. Love stays. ________________________________________ Time is Too Slow for those who Wait, Too Swift for those who Fear, Too Long for those who Grieve, Too Short for those who Rejoice; But for those who Love, Time is not.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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