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My candle burns at both ends, it will not last the night.But ah, my foes and oh,my friends …It gives a lovely light. A verse by poet Edna St.vincent Millay.
Light travels faster than sound, this is why some people appear to be brighter until you hear them speak.
My candle burns at both ends, it will not last the night.But ah, my foes and oh,my friends …It gives a lovely light. A verse by poet Edna St.vincent Millay.
Light travels faster than sound, this is why some people appear to be brighter until you hear them speak.
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