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Love Is Also Like A Coconut Which Is Good While It Is Fresh, But You Have To Spit It Out When The Juice Is Gone, What's Left Tastes Bitter.

I Don't Know What A Man Is. Only That Every Man Has His Price.

Of All The Works Of Man I Like Best Those Which Have Been Used. The Copper Pots With Their Dents And Flattened Edges The Knives And Forks Whose Wooden Handles Have Been Worn Away By Many Hands: Such Forms Seemed To Me The Noblest.

　when The Leaders Speak Of Peace 　the Common Folk Know 　that War Is Coming 　when The Leaders Curse War 　the Mobilization Order Is Already Written Out. Every Day, To Earn My Daily Bread 　i Go To The Market Where Lies Are Bought 　hopefully 　i Take Up My Place Among The Sellers. 　

Don't Tell Me Peace Has Broken Out.