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You May Break, You May Shatter The Vase, If You Will, But The Scent Of The Roses Will Hang Round It Still.

-Thomas Moore

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You May Break, You May Shatter The Vase, If You Will, But The Scent Of The Roses Will Hang Round It Still.

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