_They sat alone in the moonlight,_
_And she soothed his troubled brow;_
_“Dearest, I know my life’s been fast,_
_But I’m on my last lap now.”_
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One reason there is so much sadness in the world is that somewhere it is
always time to get up in the morning.
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What is a monologue?
A conversation between husband and wife.
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