If it weren't for music, I would think that love is mortal. — Mark Helprin, A Soldier of the Great War
If it weren't for music, I would think that love is mortal. — Mark Helprin, A Soldier of the Great War
If it weren't for music, I would think that love is mortal. — Mark Helprin, A Soldier of the Great War
If it weren't for music, I would think that love is mortal. — Mark Helprin, A Soldier of the Great War
If it weren't for music, I would think that love is mortal. — Mark Helprin, A Soldier of the Great War
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If it weren't for music, I would think that love is mortal.

— Mark Helprin, A Soldier of the Great War
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