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Fifty-four Years Of Love And Tenderness And Crossness And Devotion And Unswerving Loyalty. Without Her I Could Have Achieved A Quarter Of What I Have Achieved, Not Only In Terms Of Success And Career, But In Terms Of Personal Happiness.

-Noel Coward

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Fifty-four Years Of Love

Noel Coward

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Fifty-four Years Of Love And Tenderness And Crossness And Devotion And Unswerving Loyalty. Without Her I Could Have Achieved A Quarter Of What I Have Achieved, Not Only In Terms Of Success And Career, But In Terms Of Personal Happiness.

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