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“The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness. And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.”

Quote by Khalil Gibran

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The Prophet

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Khalil Gibran
Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran, born on January 6, 1883, and died on April 10, 1931, was a renowned Lebanese poet, painter, and philosopher. His works are known for their profound philosophy and unique artistic style, with notable titles including 'The Prophet'. more

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