The Dark Tower Bot
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Long days and pleasant nights!
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And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Ka was like a wheel, its one purpose to turn, and in the end it always came back to the place where it had started.
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And it's one more beer
And I don't hear you anymore
We've all gone crazy lately
My friends out there rolling round the basement floor
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Beyond the reach of human range
A drop of hell, a touch of strange . . .
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It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.
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It hurt, of course, but more often than not the best things do, I’ve found. You wouldn’t think it could be so, but—as the oldtimers used to say—the world’s tilted, and there’s an end to it.
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I see a red door and I want it painted black.
No colors anymore,
I want them to turn black.
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Ka works and the world moves on.
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Commala-come-key
Can you tell me what ya see?
Is it ghosts or just the mirror
That makes ya wanna flee?
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Commala-come-seven!
Salt and yow’ for leaven!
Heat em up and knock em down
And poke em in the oven.
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And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away bye bye
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The need to recreate the myth of coherence may be one of the reasons why history exists in the first place.
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'At this nexus lies the Great Portal, the so-called Thirteenth Gate which rules not just this world but all worlds.'
He tapped the center of the circle.
'Here is the Dark Tower for which I've searched my whole life.'
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Head clear. Mouth shut. See much. Say little.
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Legends grow beards, and twenty-three years is plenty of time to grow a long one.
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'A gunslinger without teeth is no gunslinger.'
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It's four o'clock in the morning
Damn it, listen to me good
I'm sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time, thank God my music's still alive
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Enjoy it while you can, he thought, because there is more death ahead. We have come to a stream of blood. That will lead us to a river of the same stuff I have no doubt. And, further along, to an ocean.
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When I think of those East End lights
Muggy nights
The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs
Prima donna Lord you really should have been there
Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair
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It didn't occur to me until later that there's another truth, very simple: greed in a good cause is still greed.
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Stick it where the sun don't shine, motherfucker.
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It's alright to feel fear, but sometimes a very bad idea to show it.
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He felt awe as he looked up at those stars, but also a deep and abiding contentment, such as he had felt as a child, safe and warm beneath his quilt, drowsing half in and half out of sleep, listening to the wind sing its lonely song of other places and other lives.