I no longer have a borrowed soul. I no longer have borrowed thoughts or ideas. I no longer speak in a borrowed language.
I no longer have a borrowed soul. I no longer have borrowed thoughts or ideas. I no longer speak in a borrowed language.
Mature, or not mature, a fruit falls in face of the storm of history. Mure, ou pas mure, un fruit tombe comme meme devant le tempet de l'histoire.
I will sell by head at a very high cost. Je venderai ma tete tres chere.
You should steal little by little. Il faut voler petit a petit.
After me, a flood of chaos. Apres moi, le deluge.
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