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Biochemically, Love Is Just Like Eating Large Amounts Of Chocolate.

Long Is The Way And Hard, That Out Of Hell Leads Up To Light.

Hard Are The Ways Of Truth, And Rough To Walk.

But That From Us Aught Should Ascend To Heav'n So Prevalent As To Concern The Mind Of God, High-bless'd, Or To Incline His Will, Hard To Belief May Seem; Yet This Will Prayer.

So Dear To Heaven Is Saintly Chastity, That, When A Soul Is Found Sincerely So, A Thousand Liveried Angels Lacky Her, Driving Far Off Each Thing Of Sin And Guilt.