Sadness flies away on the wings of time. — Jean de La Fontaine
Sadness flies away on the wings of time. — Jean de La Fontaine
Sadness flies away on the wings of time. — Jean de La Fontaine
Sadness flies away on the wings of time. — Jean de La Fontaine
Sadness flies away on the wings of time. — Jean de La Fontaine
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Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

— Jean de La Fontaine
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