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But for all the snowballs thrown in hell

But for every human grain in the Ganges

But the devil could give singing lessons to a voice like that

But the icecap reduced to a yellowy plume

But the louder they shout the less quietly we will come

But why do the dum-dums keep getting ahead

But they say dollars are better than change

But what if the fifth commandment means ‘Don't Trust Your Children'

But brother fire says death is hereditary

But what if there was a law on hunger

But because the hardest thing in the world is to walk straight

But these summer rumba kids don't want to talk about it

But in Sanskrit the Empire ruled very differently

But why more admiral statues when the roads are so shoddy

But the electoral headwind is for fresh cuts

But the plucked eye on the end of a cocktail stick

But to know more intimately the murderer's brute joy

But the gardener knows why the buds heart is bloody

But the ewe licks the feet of the lion (its natural enemy)

But still the fool's face stares from the smashed mirror