We grow old as soon as we cease to love and trust. -Madame de Choiseul
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Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be
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The little cares that fretted me
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields, above the sea,
Among the winds at play,
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
The foolish fears of what might happen,
I cast them all away,
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the husking of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born
--Out in the fields with God.
Anonymous
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Love is everything it's cracked up to be…It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. Erica Jong
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