But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we,
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How my soul hates This language,
Which makes life itself a lie,
Flattering dust with eternity.
For freedom's battle, once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.
She was his life,
The ocean to the river of his thoughts,
Which terminated all.
There 's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
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Ever since I arrived to a state of manhood, I have felt a sincere passion for liberty.
Men may rule the world, but women rule the men who rule the world.
Conservatives have a problem with women. For that matter, all men do.
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