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Thou Art Thy Mother's Glass, And She In Thee Calls Back The Lovely April Of Her Prime.
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Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry
-- Sonnet iii
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