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We Have Forty Million Reasons For Failure, But Not A Single Excuse.

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If I Were Dammed Of Body And Soul, I Know Whose Prayers Would Make Me Whole, Mother O' Mine O Mother O' Mine.

No One Thinks Of Winter When The Grass Is Green.

After Violent Emotion Most People And All Boys Demand Food.