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The Blade Itself Incites To Deeds Of Violence.

As Leaves On The Trees, Such Is The Life Of Man.

There Is The Heat Of Love, The Pulsing Rush Of Longing, The Lover’s Whisper, Irresistible—magic To Make The Sanest Man Go Mad.

Nothing Feebler Does Earth Nurture Than Man, Of All Things Breathing And Moving.

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