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It was a nasty unclear note out? your and when it was mailed I was [[unclear]. You touched me on my pride of life. After all I think its my fault and that I do whine sometimes. Mostly though I live knowing life belongs to me to live. There are certain men who by some strange unclear are lords? of life and I am one of them. At bottom no king or price ever mastered my unclear. While I live unclear, smell, taste, feel I must not whine. Who is singing. I am singing. Who is playing. I am playing. Who is walking about among people. I am walking about among people. Who is hearing voices. I am hearing voices. Who is eating ripe fruit. I am eating ripe fruit. Who is kissing the maiden in the shadow of the church.