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Never allow gradually the traffic to smother with noise and fog the flowering of the spirit. - [Spirit] When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course. - [Fathers]
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