“"Since love first made the breast an instrument
Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart
Was molten to a mirror, like a rose
I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang
This mirror in your sight
Gaze you therein."”
The Government of Jack Boots
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*The Government of Jack Boots*
* If the dacoit had not had The village guard as his ally Our feet would
not be...
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