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Asia Is Not Going To Be Civilized After The Methods Of The West. There Is Too Much Asia And She Is Too Old.

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!

'e's All'ot Sand An' Ginger When Alive, An''e's Generally Shammin' When'e's Dead.

Believe The Best Of Everybody.

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