It Takes Three To Make A Child.

The Whole Truth... Sings Only - And All Lovers Are The Song.

You Shall Above All Things Be Glad And Young.

Private Property Began The Instant Somebody Had A Mind Of His Own.

Spring Is Like A Perhaps Hand

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