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sing you, to hate, in which he poisoned, looming over an ambiguous creation insult increases his good, benevolence spoils him he trembles his beard when he is rich As if the painful slanderer as if the thorns were on his thorns, the…

this is your book, in ignorance and violence, has come, We understand everything you describe Are you not afraid that the rhymes will make you miss you? that standing, Go ahead and don't stop And a poet whose anger half does not stop if…