Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing.

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Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing. Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing. Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing. Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing.

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing.

- Christopher Fry

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