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Rob D - Clubbed to death.
I picture a cold, dreary, rainy day. The song begins, my casket being lowered, while everyone begins to walk away the beat kicks in.
Ahhh good.
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He who is void of virtuous attachments in private life is, or very soon will be, void of all regard for his country.
There is seldom an instance of a man guilty of betraying his country, who had not before lost the feeling of moral obligations in his private connections.
-Samuel Adams
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