There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,W — Rudyard Kipling
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There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,Why do we always arrange for more?Brothers & Sisters, I bid you bewareOf giving your heart to a dog to tear.

— Rudyard Kipling
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