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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=558425" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I write these lines upon a sheet of paper</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I write these lines upon a sheet of paper<br>That someone made from what was once a forest<br>Without much thought (as I suspect) for nature: <br>Does this not fill my heart with guilty sorrow? <br>Or is its lifeblood more akin to water<br>That runs in rivers under cloud and sunshine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why am I so affected by the sunshine? <br>All that I do - whether I read the paper, <br>Or, being thirsty, drink a glass of water, <br>Or walk amid the tall trees of the forest, <br>If there's no sun, my mind is fill'd with sorrow, <br>And if it shines, gladness is in my nature.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But gladness is not always in the nature<br>Of all terrestrial things, whether the sunshine<br>Dispels from my own mind some part of sorrow<br>For many men and creatures, as the paper<br>I read informs me, live within a forest<br>Of woe, and some have not a dropp of water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One dropp of that mysterious liquid, water, <br>Would save a living animal, by nature, <br>Whether it dwelt in pasture or in forest, <br>However little it received of sunshine, <br>It cannot be exprest by lines on paper<br>How marv'llously that liquid quenches sorrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How much may we, the lucky living, sorrow, <br>For those who have been drown'd by cruel water, <br>The greater part of whom are not on paper<br>Recorded: but the cruelty of Nature<br>Alone knows. May their souls in heavenly sunshine<br>Be rested, and walk peaceful through that forest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think that life itself is like the forest, <br>A dark one, where one knows not whether sorrow<br>Will come, or else a glade o'erspread by sunshine, <br>That suddenly becomes a fall of water<br>That patters down in raindrops, in its nature.<br>Will those trees bloom or turn to crumpled paper? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll use no further paper from the forest: <br>My nature does not wish for you to sorrow, <br>But sit by flowing water in the sunshine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Mitchell">David Mitchell</a><div class=q>
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That someone made from what was once a forest
Without much thought (as I suspect) for nature: 
Does this not fill my heart with guilty sorrow? 
Or is its lifeblood more akin to water
That runs in rivers un..."></div>
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