We might have had hearts in our cradles; but, as I don't pretend to remember mine, I cannot say. Perhaps at sixteen, too, there is a sort of imagination of one; but it is a phantom which flits at the cockcrowing of reality.
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We might have had hearts in our cradles; but, as I don't pretend to remember mine, I cannot say. Perhaps at sixteen, too, there is a sort of imagination of one; but it is a phantom which flits at the cockcrowing of reality.
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