Yes now I understood for the first time that my soul was not so poor and empty as it had seemed to me and that it had been only the sun that was lacking to open all its germs and buds to the light.

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I believe I can even yet remember when I saw the stars for the first time.

I believe I can even yet remember when I saw the stars for the first time.

A flower cannot blossom without sunshine and man cannot live without love.

A flower cannot blossom without sunshine and man cannot live without love.

Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown ol

Of these years nought remains in memory, but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.

Soon the child learns that there are strangers and ceases to be a child.

Soon the child learns that there are strangers, and ceases to be a child.

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