The fragrance always remains in the hand that gives the rose.
Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.
The night is beautifulSo the faces of my people.
The stars are beautifulSo the eyes of my people.
Beautiful, also, is the sun.Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people.
My soul has grown deep like rivers.
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