Out of these seathumbed leaves
A city in the city
After breakfast the four couples went to what was
then called
Out of these seathumbed leaves
The franchise
I offer you asses
Hears there, You've good rumors,
Your name on this account
A city in the city
Your name attired
Is it good? Is it bad?
Frightened at their happiness
A singular edifice, which then occupies
Out of these seathumbed leaves
Obstination, where no sergeant,
A squadron of magnificent body-guards
Very little order on the table
Very tiny abdominals,
A city in the city
Your name attired
Taking everything into consideration
This was the all-known state
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