My sorrow, when shes here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane. – Robert Frost
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Let him that is without stone among you cast the first thing he can lay his hands on. – Robert Frost
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