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| Grapes will ripen one by one In the patient summer sun. Each turns purple in its turn, But it won't its neighbors spurn. In the end they all are ripe, So they have no cause for gripe. Humans, too, have different rates As they reach their many states. If we wait we know all must In the end return to dust. | ||
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