Over the hallowed graves may the winds of heaven whisper our benedictions.
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- To the lamp of love – may it burn brightest in the darkest hours and never flicker in the winds of trial.
- “The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.”
- May the winds of fortune sail you,
- But let there be spaces in your togetherness
- Our Lager, Which art in barrels, Hallowed be thy drink.
- Our lager, Which art in barrels, Hallowed be thy drink, Thy will be drunk,
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- When we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk
- When we drink, we get drunk.
- hen we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk