Power is not alluring to pure minds. — Thomas Jefferson
Power is not alluring to pure minds. — Thomas Jefferson
Power is not alluring to pure minds. — Thomas Jefferson
Power is not alluring to pure minds. — Thomas Jefferson
Power is not alluring to pure minds. — Thomas Jefferson
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Power is not alluring to pure minds.

— Thomas Jefferson
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