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We Build Our Temples For Tomorrow, Strong As We Know How, And We Stand On Top Of The Mountain, Free Within Ourselves.

Cheap Little Rhymes A Cheap Little Tune Are Sometimes As Dangerous As A Sliver Of The Moon.

Your Explanation Depresses Me," I Said. "your Nonsense Depresses Me," Said Simple.

I Did Not Believe Political Directives Could Be Successfully Applied To Creative Writing . . . Not To Poetry Or Fiction, Which To Be Valid Had To Express As Truthfully As Possible The Individual Emotions And Reactions Of The Writer.

My Soul Has Grown Deep Like The Rivers.