Finally I shall say...
But finally I shall say.
Adieu, love not to undertake.
With wit similar.
The Silt riseing to high degree madness.
As you loved? You tasted to dooms.
Not in this deal.
As you loved? You has ruined.
But has ruined so rugeing.
But finally I shall say...
Small work temple else to do.
But herded the hands, And small flock, catty-corner, Leave the scents and sounds.
But finally I shall say:
Adieu, love not to undertake.
With wit similar. The Silt riseing to high degree madness.
So finally I shall say...
Finally I shall say...
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