Clings Quotes
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A bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives roses. If you are generous, you will gain everything.
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The rustling of the silk is discontinued, Dust drifts over the courtyard, There is not sound of footfall, and the leaves Scurry into heaps and lie still, And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them: A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.
