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			Let me start this thread out with an understanding! I only wish to express the views of our ancestors.
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
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			 Leo Tolstoy : Russian Novelist Sept 09 1828- Nov 20 1910 " All violence consist of some people forcing others , under threat of suffering or death, to do what they do not want to do "
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
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			I would love to see some love poetry in this thread !  
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
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			" Everyone thinks of changing the world but, no one thinks of changing himself " Leo Tolstoy Russian Novelist 
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
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			"A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing..." --John Keats
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
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			 A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe  						 						Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand-- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep--while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? 
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