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All Things Are Inconstant Except The Faith In The Soul, Which Changes All Things And Fills Their Inconstancy With Light.

The Light Music Of Whiskey Falling Into Glasses Made An Agreeable Interlude.

Heart Of My Heart, Were It More, More Would Be Laid At Your Feet.

Though Their Life Was Modest, They Believed In Eating Well.

A Woman Loses A Charm With Every Pin She Takes Out.