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The One Thing That We Yearn For In Our Living Days, That Makes Us Sigh And Groan And Undergo Sweet Nauseas Of All Kinds, Is The Remembrance Of Some Lost Bliss That Was Probably Experienced In The Womb And Can Only Be Reproduced (though We Hate To Admit It) In Death. But Who Wants To Die?

We Are Nothing. - Tomorrow We May Be Die. We Are Nothing. - You And Me.

All Day Long Wearing A Hat That Wasn't On My Head

Man Lowers His Head And Lunges Into Civilization, Forgetting The Days Of His Infancy When He Sought Truth In A Snowflake Or A Stick. Man Forgets The Wisdom Of The Child.

It Always Makes Me Proud To Love The World Somehow- Hate's So Easy Compared.