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There Is A Gentle Thought That Often Springs To Life In Me, Because It Speaks Of You.

Justice Does Not Descend From Its Own Pinnacle.

Into The Eternal Darkness, Into Fire And Into Ice.

Pure Essence, And Pure Matter, And The Two Joined Into One Were Shot Forth Without Flaw, Like Three Bright Arrows From A Three-string Bow.

Go Forth And Preach Impostures To The World, But Give Them Truth To Build On.