O were my Love yon Lilack fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring; And I, a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing. How I wad mourn, when it was torn By Autumn wild, and Winter rude! But I was sing on wanton wing, When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd.
-Robert Burns
Happy National Poetry Day!
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““We don’t make mistakes, just happy little accidents.””
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Jude Law in The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999)
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