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I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

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What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, and he but naked, though locked up in steel, whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

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The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.

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