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O Thanks Be To The Great God I Got Somebody To Give Me What I Badly Wanted To Put Some Heart Up Into Me Youve No Chances At All Inthis Place Like You Used Long Ago I Wish Somebody Would Write Me A Loveletter.

My Words In Her Mind: Cold Polished Stones Sinking Through A Quagmire.

Death, A Cause Of Terror To The Sinner, Is A Blessed Moment For Him Who Has Walked In The Right Path.

The Studious Silence Of The Library ... Thought Is The Thought Of Thought. Tranquil Brightness.

Good Puzzle Would Be Cross Dublin Without Passing A Pub.