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Sadness Flies On The Wings Of The Morning, And Out Of The Heart Of Darkness Comes The Light.

The Flower Is The Poetry Of Reproduction. It Is An Example Of The Eternal Seductiveness Of Life.

Who Would Prefer Peace To The Glory Of Hunger And Thirst, Of Wading Through Mud, And Dying In The Service Of One's Country?

Each Day The Worst Of Our Faults, Our Deficiencies, Our Crimes, The Truth Of Our Lives, Is Stifled Under A Triple Layer Of Forgetfulness, Death And The Ordinary Course Of Justice.

Little By Little, The Pimps Have Taken Over The World. They Don't Do Anything, They Don't Make Anything - They Just Stand There And Take Their Cut.