Robert Burns Quotes on Loss
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But, oh! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early.
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But pleasures are like poppies spread- You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river- A moment white-then melts forever.
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For a' that, and a' that An' twice as muckle 's a' that, I've lost but ane, I've twa behin', I've wife eneugh for a' that.