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I only hope that we never lose sight of one thing — that it was all started by a mouse.
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What Is Disneyland television program (27 October 1954)
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I only hope that we don't lose sight of one thing — that it was all started by a mouse.
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As quoted in The Story of Disney (2004) by Adele D. Richardson, p. 41

 

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