True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings. — William Shakespeare
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings. — William Shakespeare
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings. — William Shakespeare
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings. — William Shakespeare
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings. — William Shakespeare
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True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.

— William Shakespeare
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