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A MEMORY
MY heart to thee an answer makes,
O long, slow whisper of the sea,
Whose charm of mournful music wakes
A dream, a memory.
Touched hands, met lips, and soft fair speech --
Soul's silence to the past replies,
When love and hope illumined each,
Within a girl's blue eyes.
William Stanley Braithwaite
Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.
Albert Einstein
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