| If love is reserved for things
that never die, love is doomed to die.
If flowers fade in a minute or
two, will not stones wear to sand in time? Even this earth, this garden
of life, one day will be like the dust of stars.

We must walk gratefully,
carefully on it now.
Now is the lifetime that passes here,
now is the best of all days; now is the flower's eternity in the
sun, our chance of a lifetime.

This is all we have, this moment.
Within it, anything can be done, any
dream fulfilled, if we only use it well.
Why hold back? There is nothing to
stop us.
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