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Love and Friendship
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.
Emily Bronte
For it was not into my ear you whispered But into my heart; It was not my lips you kissed, But my soul...
--Judy Garland
A "sysygy" occurs when all the planets of the our Solar System line up.
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