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"What might have been and what has been point to one end, which is always present. Footsteps echo in the memory. Down the passage which we did not take. Towards the door we never opened. Into the rose-garden."
"What might have been and what has been point to one end, which is always present. Footsteps echo in the memory. Down the passage which we did not take. Towards the door we never opened. Into the rose-garden."
— T. S. Eliot