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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
Forgetfulness.
—Juan Ramón Jiménez
You are not dead, no.
You are reborn
The attempt not to love is vain.
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