If the blossoms refused their pale honey, the bees
Must in idleness hunger and pine;
While the moss cannot live, when it’s torn from the trees,
Nor the waxen-globed mistletoe twine.
Were it not for the sunshine, the birds wouldn’t sing,
And the heavens would never be blue.
But of all Nature’s works, the most wonderful thing
Is how well I get on without you.
Dorothy Parker
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