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Freedom Is A New Religion, The Religion Of Our Time.

A Brainiac Notices Everything, An Ignoramus Comments About Everything.

The Swan, Like The Soul Of The Poet, By The Dull World Is Ill Understood.

The Night Comes Stealing O'er Me, And Clouds Are On The Sea; While The Wavelets Rustle Before Me With A Mystical Melody.

In Politics, As In Life, We Must Above All Things Wish Only For The Attainable.