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Politicians. Little Tin Gods On Wheels.

For The Sin They Do By Two And Two They Must Pay For One By One.

I Will Remember What I Was, I Am Sick Of Rope And Chains - I Will Remember My Old Strength And All My Forest Affairs. I Will Not Sell My Back To Man For A Bundle Of Sugar Cane; I Will Go Out To My Own Kind, And The Wood-folk In Their Lairs. I Will Go Out Until The Day, Until The Morning Break - Out To The Wind's Untainted Kiss, The Water's Clean Caress; I Will Forget My Ankle-ring And Snap My Picket Stake. I Will Revisit My Lost Love And Playmates Masterless!

If You Can Think–and Not Make Thoughts Your Aim.

You Must Learn To Forgive A Man When He's In Love. He's Always A Nuisance.