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• Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow… and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again.

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  Dolor, Corazón, Alma

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• Every day is a fresh beginning. Every morn is the world made anew.

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  New Beginnings, Recovery, Addiction

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• Los hombres mueren pero el dolor nunca muere.

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  Men, Sorrow, Dies

  "The Cradle Tomb in Westminster Abbey". Poem by Sarah Chauncey Woolsey, www.bartleby.com. 1902.

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• Lento brota el alba rosada como una rosa De la envoltura gris y nublada de la noche; Suave y quieto crece y crece, Pétalo a pétalo, hoja a hoja.

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  Flower, Night, Rose

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• Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover.

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  Errors, Yesterday

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• El día más triste y el día más feliz de la Tierra tuvieron sólo tres días de diferencia.

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  Easter, Three, Earth

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• As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister.

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  Ministry, Each Day, Way

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• Pocas cosas son más agravantes que ser perdonado cuando uno no ha hecho nada malo.

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  Forgiveness, Done, Innocence

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• To-morrow I will begin, thought Katy, as she dropped asleep that night. How often we all do so! And what a pity it is that when morning comes and to-morrow is to-day, we so frequently wake up feeling quite differently; careless or impatient, and not a bit inclined to do the fine things we planned overnight.

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  Mañana, Noche, Sentimientos

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• True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object.

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  Selfish, Love Is, Objects

  Susan Coolidge, Sarah Chauncey Woolsey (2015). “Clover: 4th volume of the "Katy" series.”, p.132, Mondial

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• Ahora el último rayo rojo se ha ido;
  Ahora las sombras del crepúsculo hie.

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  Twilight, Shadow, Rays

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• In the deep shadow of the porch
  A slender bind-weed springs,
  And climbs, like airy acrobat,
  The trellises, and swings
  And dances in the golden sun
  In fairy loops and rings.

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  Weed, Spring, Swings

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• We ring the bells and we raise the strain
  We hang up garlands everywhere
  And bid the tapers twinkle fair,
  And feast and frolic - and then we go
  Back to the same old lives again.

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  Christmas, Bells, Garlands

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• El último hijo de la primavera, de ojos claros, dulce,
  Se detiene un momento, con pies blancos centelleantes,
  y sus mechones dorados juegan con la brisa,
  mitad burlona y mitad tierna, para repetir
  Su canción de mayo.

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  Canción, Dulce, Primavera

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• The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail.

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  Strong, Wind, Fierce

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• ... And God, who studies each separate soul,
  
  out of commonplace lives makes his beautiful whole.

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  Beautiful, Soul, Religion

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• ...this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun.

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  Morning, Sun, Hush

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• Cada lágrima es respondida por una flor, cada suspiro se mezcla con canciones y risas, las flores de abril son lanzadas por la brisa. Abril conoce a los suyos y está contenta.

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  Song, Laughter, Flower

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• All green and fair the summer lies, Just budded from the bud of spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds that softly sing.

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  Summer, Spring, Lying

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• Dry leaves upon the wall, Which flap like rustling wings and seek escape, A single frosted cluster on the grape Still hangs--and that is all.

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  Wall, Wings, Dry

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• So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung.

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  Autumn, Tree, Way

  Sarah Chauncey Woolsey, “How The Leaves Came Down”

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• ¡Ah, los bonitos susurradores! Estaba muy bien cuando las hojas eran gruesas y verdes, hace un tiempo... Las hojas guardan secretos; pero desde que cayó la última hoja no hay nada oculto a los ojos de abajo.

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  Eye, Secret, Green

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• The Autumn seems to cry for thee,Best lover of the Autumn-days!

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  Best Love, Autumn, Lovers

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• Suavemente cae el sol carmesí: Suavemente desde arriba, la caída de la campana-notas, uno por uno, fusión en la fusión de color rojo.

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  Melting, Bells, Red

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