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The roots of all goodness lie in the soil of appreciation for goodness.
To love our country, our country ought to be lovely.
Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
“It wasn’t raining when Noah built the ark.”
If you get all tangled up, just tango on.
The roots of all goodness lie in the soil of appreciation for goodness.
To love our country, our country ought to be lovely.
Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
“It wasn’t raining when Noah built the ark.”
If you get all tangled up, just tango on.