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With the roses, in every spring

Like life, you have

Your dry leaves;

You have your snow, like

Life . . . 

                                    But your earth,

Love, is sown with

Deep promises

Which must be fulfilled even in the same


—Juan Ramón Jiménez

You are not dead, no. 

You are reborn

The attempt not to love is vain.

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