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That's What Hell Must Be Like, Small Chat To The Babbling Of Lethe About The Good Old Days When We Wished We Were Dead.

If I Had The Use Of My Body, I Would Throw It Out The Window.

There's Man All Over For You, Blaming On His Boots The Fault Of His Feet.

God Is Love. Yes Or No? No.