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"The secret of our being, who can tell?
To praise the gods and Fate is not my part;
Evil I see and pain; within my heart
There is no voice that whispers: 'All is well'.
Yet fair are days in summer and more fair
The growths of human goodness here and there."
S- It sounds like one of Shakespeare's sonnets, exactly the same beat.
To praise the gods and Fate is not my part;
Evil I see and pain; within my heart
There is no voice that whispers: 'All is well'.
Yet fair are days in summer and more fair
The growths of human goodness here and there."
S- It sounds like one of Shakespeare's sonnets, exactly the same beat.
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