For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause for breath, And love itself have rest.
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For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.
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For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause for breath, And love itself have rest.
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A man of active and resilient mind outwears his friendships just as certainly as he outwears his love affairs, his politics and his epistemology.
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For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast....
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For the sword outwears its sheath And the soul wears out the breast And the heart must pause to breathe And love itself have rest
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For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause for breath,
And love itself have rest.
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