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Other people come & other people go, & you don't care; but, when this person comes, sunshine comes, the air is clearer, there's more life in it, the flowers grow more beautifully, the sky is fairer, and the night is deeper. All the earth grows glad; & there's a new note in the song of the birds.

 

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