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You Ask Of My Companions. Hills, Sir, And The Sundown, And A Dog As Large As Myself.

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They Address An Eclipse Every Morning, Whom They Call Their "father."

People Need Hard Times And Oppression To Develop Psychic Muscles.

To Die Before One Fears To Die May Be A Boon.