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Is Bliss Then, Such Abyss, I Must Not Put My Foot Amiss For Fear I Spoil My Shoe? I'd Rather Suit My Foot Than Save My Boot -- For Yet To Buy Another Pair Is Possible, At Any Store -- But Bliss, Is Sold Just Once. The Patent Lost None Buy It Any More --

Beauty Is Not Caused, It Is; Chase It And It Ceases, Chase It Not And It Abides.

They Might Not Need Me; But They Might. I'll Let My Head Be Just In Sight; A Smile As Small As Mine Might Be Precisely Their Necessity.

Such Is The Force Of Happiness-- The Least Can Lift A Ton Assisted By Its Stimulus.

Memory Is A Strange Bell—jubilee, And Knell.