1.You know some birds are not meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright.
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2.There is something inside ,that they can't get to , that they can't touch. That's yours.
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3.Hope is a good thing and maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.
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I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidentallyâlike on a breeze.
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Home. I'll go home. And I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.
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The crash of the whole solar and stellar systems could only kill you once.( T. Carlyle )
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Ideas are like the stars --- we never reach them, but like mariners, we chart our course by them. (C. Schurz )
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