He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. Well, my dear, it is time you stopped wallowing in your sorrows like a common wretch. Keep his arms down. . People were not slaves to their gods as they are now, oppressed and unhappy, chained to their mortality and suffering so that they may one day enter an imaginary Heaven. Please don’t tell anyone, mister. Wood.
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