Melancholy is the happiness of being sad. — Victor Hugo
Melancholy is the happiness of being sad. — Victor Hugo
Melancholy is the happiness of being sad. — Victor Hugo
Melancholy is the happiness of being sad. — Victor Hugo
Melancholy is the happiness of being sad. — Victor Hugo
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Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

— Victor Hugo
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