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I Remember Those Happy Days And Often Wish I Could Speak Into The Ears Of The Dead The Gratitude Which Was Due To Them In Life And So Ill-returned.
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I remember those happy days and often wish I could speak into the ears of the
dead the gratitude which was due to them in life and so ill-returned.
-- Gwyn Thomas
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