for age is oppertunity no less then youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
-Henery Wadsworth Longfellow
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art is long, and time is fleeting, and our hearts, though stout and brave, still, like muffled drums, are beating funeral marches to the grave.
-Henery Wadsworth Longfellow
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