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We are earth's children, and life is the same in sap as in blood all that the earth, our mother, feels and expresses to the eye by her form and aspect, in melancholy or in splendor, finds an echo within us.

Alphonse de Lamartine

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Alphonse de Lamartine
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Alphonse Marie de Lamartine
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