Art is long, and Time is fleeting. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
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Art is long, and Time is fleeting.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
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