Thou Hast The Keys Of Paradise, Oh,

The Laughter Of Girls Is, And Ever Was, Among The Delightful Sounds Of Earth.

Call For The Grandest Of All Earthly Spectacles, What Is That? It Is The Sun Going To His Rest.

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