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Love that is hoarded, moulds at last
  Until we know some day
The only thing we ever have
  Is what we give away.

And kindness that is never used
  But hidden all alone
Will slowly harden till it is
  As hard as any stone.

It is the things we always hold
  That we will lose some day;
The only things we ever keep
  Are what we give away.

--Harold C. Sandall