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We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

If you could not tell, Percy is a poet. Here’s a Wikipedia link for more information: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley

Have a great Wednesday, folks!

Until next time…

Dave