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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave To toil, to think, to long, to grieve,—Is such my future fate?The morn was dreary, must the eveBe also desolate? - Quote by Charlotte Brontë

To toil, to think, to long, to grieve,—Is such my future fate?The morn was dreary, must the eveBe also desolate?

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