I didn't say anything.

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(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

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"April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain."

- T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via hellanne)

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