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Patsy Cline

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You don't appreciate home until you leave it and, let me tell you, you can't appreciate life till you've almost left it! Some people hope and die with their song still in them. I used to think that happiness resulted when my earnings matched my yearnings! But not anymore!
To her mother following the 1961 car accident
Nassour, Ellis. Patsy Cline (unidentified edition ed.). pp. unidentified pages. 

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