A most burning question of time, though. It burns in every nook and cranny of the ethnological world, burning, bright, brightly, in… — Adolf Bastian Copy Share Image
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Our first duty to liberty is to keep our own. But it is also our duty - as Europeans - to keep… — Margaret Thatcher Copy Share Image
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We're weird roman candles burning bright at both ends. At the end of the road's where this story begins. Where the green… — Jimmy Buffett Copy Share Image
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Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle And she was the moon shining back his light a little He was… — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
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