Isn`t my heart holy, more full of life`s beauty, since I fell in love? Why did you like me more when I was prouder and wilder, more full of words, yet emptier? Well, the crowd likes whatever sells in the marketplace; and no one but a slave appreciates violent men. Only those who are themselves godlike believe in the gods.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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