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. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. This too shall pass. “Wise! Kind! What mockery words are! I came because I had to. Ramage stood up, and suddenly turned the key in the door in an off-hand manner. Your life is like a funeral March. She could not help herself.
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