"Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all,

"And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.

"I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me."

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I graduated from the University of Life. All right? I received a degree from the School of Hard Knocks. And our colors were black and blue, baby. I had office hours with the Dean of Bloody Noses. All right? I borrowed my class notes from Professor Knuckle Sandwich and his Teaching Assistant, Ms. Fat Lip Thon Nyun. That’s the kind of school I went to for real, okay? – Will Ferrell, Commencement
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