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Good Luck Go With You, O Chief Of The Wolves. And Good Luck And Strong White Teeth Go With Noble Children That They May Never Forget The Hungry In This World.

Gardens Are Not Made By Singing 'oh, How Beautiful,' And Sitting In The Shade.

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

If History Were Taught In The Form Of Stories, It Would Never Be Forgotten.

For The Sin They Do By Two And Two They Must Pay For One By One.