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Death Is The Only Physician, The Shadow Of His Valley The Only Journeying That Will Cure Us Of Age And The Gathering Fatigue Of Years.

Our Words Have Wings, But Fly Not Where We Would.

Blessed Is The Influence Of One True, Loving Human Soul On Another.

Her Little Butterfly Soul Fluttered Incessantly Between Memory And Dubious Expectation.

There's Truth In Wine, And There May Be Some In Gin And Muddy Beer; But Whether It's Truth Worth My Knowing, Is Another Question.