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Ah, Mozart’s Piano Sonata No. 11. Or as I call it, “The song that plays when Barney Stinson describes the plays in his Playbook.”

Verses: Dedicatory Ode
by Hilaire Belloc

The wealth of youth, we spent it well
And decently, as very few can.
And is it lost? I cannot tell:
And what is more, I doubt if you can.

The question’s very much too wide,
And much too deep, and much too hollow,
And learned men on either side
Use arguments I cannot follow.

They say that in the unchanging place,
Where all we loved is always dear,
We meet our morning face to face
And find at last our twentieth year… .

They say (and I am glad they say)
It is so ; and it may be so :
It may be just the other way,
I cannot tell. But this I know:

From quiet homes and first beginning,
Out to the undiscovered ends,
There’s nothing worth the wear of winning,
But laughter and the love of friends.
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