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 * Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau
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 * "I see, I see," the mother said
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 * To find the western path
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 * Why should I care for the men of Thames?
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 * Are not the joys of morning sweeter
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 * Since all the riches of this world
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 * He who bends to himself a joy
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 * Thou hast a lapful of seed
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 * I feared the fury of my wind
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 * Silent, silent night
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 * Love to faults is always blind
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 * I feared the fury of my wind
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 * Silent, silent night
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