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We will not go into servitude on any hearth nor work machines for our food, but we will take out own food where we find it on that day when we are strong. WE WILL NOT GO INTO SERVITUDE ON ANY HEARTH NOR WORK MACHINES FOR OUR FOOD BUT WE WILL TAKE OUR OWN FOOD WHERE WE FIND IT ON THAT DAY WHEN WE ARE STRONG
o free; let me go free!' And every year his strength increased, and he grew more clamourous when men went by, but never availed to hurl me from my post. But when I had powerfully held him for twenty years they brought him to the banquet and took me from my post, and the wine arose rejoicing and leapt through the veins of men and exalted their souls within them till they stood up in their places and sang Provençal songs. But me they cast away--me that had been sentinel for twenty years, and was still as strong and staunch as when first I went on guard. Now I am an outcast in a cold northern city, who once have known the Andalusian skies and guarded long ago Provençal suns that swam in the heart of the rejoicing wine." An unstruck match that somebody had dropped spoke next. "I am a child of the sun," he said, "and an enemy of cities; there is more in my heart than you know of. I am a brother of Etna and Stromboli; I have fires lurking in me that will one day rise up beautiful and strong. AINST ME SAYING LET ME GO FREE LET ME GO FREE AND EVERY YEAR HIS STRENGTH INCREASED AND HE GREW MORE CLAMOROUS WHEN MEN WENT BY BUT NEVER AVAILED TO HURL ME FROM MY POST BUT WHEN I HAD POWERFULLY HELD HIM FOR TWENTY YEARS THEY BROUGHT HIM TO THE BANQUET AND TOOK ME FROM MY POST AND THE WINE AROSE REJOICING AND LEAPT THROUGH THE VEINS OF MEN AND EXALTED THEIR SOULS WITHIN THEM TILL THEY STOOD UP IN THEIR PLACES AND SANG PROVINCEAL SONGS BUT ME THEY CAST AWAY ME THAT HAD BEEN SENTINEL FOR TWENTY YEARS AND WAS STILL AS STRONG AND STAUNCH AS WHEN I FIRST WENT ON GUARD NOW I AM AN OUTCAST IN A COLD NORTHERN CITY WHO ONCE HAD KNOWN THE ENDELUCIAN SKIES AND GUARDED LONG AGO PROVINCEAL SUNS THAT SWAM IN THE HEART OF THE REJOICING WINE AN UNSTRUCK MATCH THAT SOMEBODY HAD DROPPED SPOKE NEXT I AM A CHILD OF THE SUN HE SAID AND AN ENEMY OF CITIES THERE IS MORE IN MY HEART THAN YOU KNOW OF I AM A BROTHER OF ETNA AND STRAMBOLI I HAVE FIRES LURKING IN ME THAT WILL ONE DAY RISE UP BEAUTIFUL AND STRONG
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