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Quotation by Philip Larkin
And yet the sun pardons our voices still, And berries in the hedge Through all the nights of rain have come to the full, And death seems like long hills, a range We ride each day towards, and never reach.
Philip Larkin (1922–1986), British poet. "Past days of gales."
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