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It Is Bitter To Lose A Friend To Evil Before One Loses Him To Death.

It Is Better To Learn War Early From Friends, Than Late From Enemies.

But It Is Not For The Perfect Vase Or The Polished Gem To Choose Their Owners.

One Might Have Supposed That The True Act Of Love Was To Lie Together And Talk.

Clouds Of Black Birds Rose Up Wailing And Screaming, Like The Thoughts Of My Heart.