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"We stopped at the Trocadero and there was hardly anyone there. We had Lanson 1926. 'Drink up, sweet. You gotta go some. How I love music. Frère Jacques, Cuernavaca, ach du lieber August. All languages. A walking Berlitz. Berlitz sounds like you with that champagne, my sweet, or how you're gonna sound.'" — John O'Hara, Hope of Heaven, Chapter 11, 1938 "And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance." "Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the
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