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There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.There will come soft rains by Sara Teasdale
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Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.
– Camille Pissarro
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YARP.
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