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It was a little budding rose,
Round like a fairy globe,
And shyly did its leaves unclose
Hid in their mossy robe,
But sweet was the slight and spicy smell
It breathed from its heart invisible.

The rose is blasted, withered, blighted,
Its root has felt a worm,
And like a heart beloved and slighted,
Failed, faded, shrunk its form.
Bud of beauty, bonnie flower,
I stole thee from thy natal bower.

I was the worm that withered thee,
Thy tears of dew all fell for me;
Leaf and stalk and rose are gone,
Exile earth they died upon.
Yes, that last breath of balmy scent
With alien breezes sadly blent!

— by Emily Bronte

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Deep in the meadow, under the willow
a bed of grass, a soft green pillow 
lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
and when again they open, the sun will rise.

Hear it’s safe, here it’s warm 
hear the daisies guard you from every harm 
hear your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true 
hear is the place where I love you.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away 
a clock of leaves, a moonbeam ray
forget your woes and let your troubles lay 
and when again it’s morning, they’ll wash away.

Hear it’s safe, hears its’ warm 
hear the daises guard you from every harm 
Hear your dreams are sweet and tomorrow bring them true 
hear is the place where I love you.

― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games, The Valley Song

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“I think the world will end in black-and-white, like an old movie. Maybe as long as we have colors we can keep going.”

Neil Gaiman, Pages from a Journal Found in a Shoebox Left in a Greyhound Bus Somewhere Between Tulsa, Oklahoma, and Louisville, Kentucky

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