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And Overpowered By Memory Both Men Gave Way To Grief. Priam Wept Freely For Man - Killing Hector, Throbbing, Crouching Before Achilles' Feet As Achilles Wept Himself, Now For His Father, Now For Patroclus Once Again And Their Sobbing Rose And Fell Throughout The House.

Words Empty As The Wind Are Best Left Unsaid.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing, There Are Plenty Of Words There Of Every Kind.

From Now On Walking Is My Beer And Feeling Good Is My Hangover.

Content To Follow When We Lead The Way.