My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. — Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
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My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own.

— Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
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