We are fine viniateers we know nothing of forrage
we prefer peace before war
we can devise war a tall possible scenarios and we still prefer eden
we run
weve seen enough uglyness
not to be lured by a sesual brown lady
I abondoned love, and then i
i wascured and on the horizon i saw a fire. i
started singing, a bird cured me by singing with a fine madridgal
the wind vlew in my direction, ther was a perfume, thre from the pinces and an odour of incencse from a holy temples
exposed me to women
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