words things, a small drop ink, ?�?�?�?�?�Falling like dew, upon a tho — George Gordon Byron, Don Juan

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But words are things, and a small drop of ink, ?�?�?�?�?�Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think; ?�?�?�?�?�’T is strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link ?�?�?�?�?�Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces Frail man, when paper — even a rag like this, Survives himself, his tomb, and all that’s his.

George Gordon Byron, Don Juan

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