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Mine was an idle, useless life; it was so; but say not to the lily laid prostrate by the storm arise, and bloom as before. My heart was bleeding from its death’s wound; I could live no otherwise.

I was gathered up into myself – a selfish solitary creature ever pondering on my regrets and faded hopes.

FIY Zuzia kazała mi to przeczytać

“Sometimes I said to myself, this is an enchantment, and I must strive against it.”