Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those?

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• Into my heart an air that kills
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• What thoughts at heart have you and I We cannot stop to tell; But dead or living, drunk or dry, Soldier, I wish you well.
• Accept loss forever
• A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
• A chief event of life is the day in which we have encountered a mind that startled us.