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A Mighty Flame Followeth A Tiny Spark.

Fate's Arrow, When Expected, Travels Slow.

If You're Asking For A Date, Forget It. 'cause I Make It A Point Not To Go Out With Women Who Shoot Me In The Head!

Like The Lark That Soars In The Air, First Singing, Then Silent, Content With The Last Sweetness That Satiates It, Such Seemed To Me That Image, The Imprint Of The Eternal Pleasure.

It Is No Learning To Understand What You Do Not Retain.