Quote:
Think every morning when the sun peeps through
The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove,
How jubilant the happy birds renew
Their old melodious madrigals of love,
And when you think of this, remember too
'Tis always morning somewhere, and above
The awakening continents, from shore to shore,
Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ~
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Really like this, it reminds me if I can't see it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist.