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All that we say returns,
The bitter word or sweet;

Days, weeks, or years may intervene,
But soon or late

The spoken word and the speaker meet.

All that we do returns,

The deed that's true or base.
We may forget,

But all unseen and parallel,
The doer and the deed keep pace.

Author Unknown

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