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The Finest Plans Have Always Been Spoiled By The Littleness Of Them That Should Carry Them Out. Even Emperors Can't Do It All By Themselves.

There Are Some With Brains And Some Without. It Makes For A Better Division Of Labour.

The Fate Of Man Is Man.

All The Gang Of Those Who Rule Us Hope Our Quarrels Never Stop Helping Them To Split And Fool Us So They Can Remain On Top.

Here Today We Huddle Tight As The Darkest Heathens Might The Snow Falls Chilly On Our Skin The Snow Is Forcing Its Way In. Hush, Snow, Come In With Us To Dwell: We Were Thrown Out By Heaven As Well.