But one, the lofty follower of the Sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves Drooping all night; and, when he warm returns, Points her enamoured bosom to his ray.
UnknownA true friend has your best interests at heart and the pluck to tell you what you need to hear.
UnknownThe Taj is pinkish in the morning, milky white in the evening and golden when the moon shines.
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