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7.12.11

There is always Tomorrow

I see the rainbow in the sky, the dew upon
  the grass;
I see them, and I ask not whay they glimmer
  or they pass.
With folded arms I linger not to call them
  back; 'twere vain;
In this, or in some other spot, I know they'll
  shine again.

                                WALTER SAVAGE LONDOR

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