A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pan >>
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My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my f >>
As to the rout that is made about people who are ruined by extravaganc >>
I get so tired listening to one million dollars here, one million doll >>
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -- it gives a lovely light!