I Will Remember The Kisses,

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To Not To Have Entirely Wasted One’s Life Seems To Be A Worthy Accomplishment, If Only For Myself.

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An Intellectual Says A Simple Thing In A Hard Way. An Artist Says A Hard Thing In A Simple Way.