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There Never Was A War That Was Not Inward; I Must Fight Till I Have Conquered In Myself What Causes War.

The Deft White-stockinged Dance In Thick-soled Shoes! Denmark's Sanctuaried Jews!

The Irish Say Your Trouble Is Their Trouble And Your Joy Their Joy? I Wish I Could Believe It; I Am Troubled, I'm Dissatisfied, I'm Irish.

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