Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn; And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born. — Matthew Prior
Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn; And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born. — Matthew Prior
Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn; And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born. — Matthew Prior
Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn; And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born. — Matthew Prior
Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn; And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born. — Matthew Prior
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Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn; And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born.

— Matthew Prior
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