A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
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A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice.

— Thomas Aquinas
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