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Odour of Chrysanthemums by D.H. Lawrence
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
Book: Sons and Lovers by D.H. Lawrence
         Frances Raeburn, ---, ---, Naceur Ben Mesbah, Rebeca and 161 others
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