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Wind feeds the fire, and wind extinguishes: The flames are nourished by a gentle breeze, Yet, if it stronger grows, they sink and die.

Ovid

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Ovid
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Publius Ovidius Naso
P. Ovidius Naso
Fire
Nourished
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Feeds
Dies
Sink
Love
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