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But...to sing, to laugh, to dream,
To walk in my own way and be alone,
Free, with an eye to see things as they are...
...at a word, a Yes, a No,
To fight--or write. To travel any road that lies
Under the sun, under the stars, nor doubt
If fame or fortune lie beyond the bourne--
Never to make a line I have not heard
In my own heart; yet, with all modesty
To say, "My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may truly call your own."
- Cyrano de Bergerac, Edmond Rostand
