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Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Or woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
—Christopher Marlowe (1564–1593)
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If I were a Brazilian without land or money or the means to feed my children, I would be burning the rain forest too.
—Sting [Gordon Matthew Sumner] (b. 1951)