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| THORNTON WILDER |
| Good-by world... Good-by to clocks ticking... and Mama's sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot baths... and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning. |
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