Tomorrow is our permanent address.

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A pretty girl who is naked / is worth a million statues

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Who can tell truth from falsehood any more? I say it, and you feel it in your hearts: no man or woman on this big small earth. How should our sages miss the mark of life, and our most skillful players lose the game? your hearts will tell you, as my heart has told me: because all know, and no one understands.
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love is thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly and less it shall unbe than all the sea which only is deeper than the sea love is less always than to win less never than alive less bigger than the least begin less littler than forgive it is most sane and sunly and more it cannot die than all the sky which only is higher than the sky

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A world of made is not a world of born
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I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.

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As small as a world as large as alone.
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All ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again.

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(and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips)
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that strictly(and how)scienti fic land of supernod where freedom is compulsory and only man is god.

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At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks.