A Politician Is An Arse Upon Which

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What Time Is It? It Is By Every Star A Different Time, And Each Most Falsely True.

Nothing Which We Are To Perceive In This World Equals The Power Of Your Intense Fragility

True Wars Are Never Won.

Yours Is The Light By Which My Spirit's Born: - You Are My Sun, My Moon, And All My Stars.