In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.
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