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Now Let The Matter Rest As It Is, Or As It May Be, What Avail Useless Speculations? What Is To Occur We Do Not Know; Still In So Far We Do! What God Wills!

-Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

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Now Let The Matter

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

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Now Let The Matter Rest As It Is, Or As It May Be, What Avail Useless Speculations? What Is To Occur We Do Not Know; Still In So Far We Do! What God Wills!

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