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Music Played At Weddings Always Reminds Me Of The Music Played For Soldiers Before They Go Into Battle.

The Violets Prattle And Titter, And Gaze On The Stars High Above.

The Fundamental Evil Of The World Arose From The Fact That The Good Lord Has Not Created Money Enough.

The Stones Here Speak To Me, And I Know Their Mute Language. Also, They Seem Deeply To Feel What I Think. So A Broken Column Of The Old Roman Times, An Old Tower Of Lombardy, A Weather- Beaten Gothic Piece Of A Pillar Understands Me Well. But I Am A Ruin Myself, Wandering Among Ruins.

It Is A Common Phenomenon That Just The Prettiest Girls Find It So Difficult To Get A Man.