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The breath of windeth wast growingly laying down the plumb Bougainvillea's sprig; wast well-nigh rupture by her blandishments, quell'd the prolonged bouquet of floweth'rets to her, whilst the damsel wast promenading lithely. Cloak hangeth down to her bareth feet, at which hour her eyes art upon thee. Taketh for oneself thy wits hastily.
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The breath of windeth wast growingly laying down the plumb Bougainvillea's sprig; wast well-nigh rupture by her blandishments, quell'd the prolonged bouquet of floweth'rets to her, whilst the damsel wast promenading lithely. Cloak hangeth down to her bareth feet, at which hour her eyes art upon thee. Taketh for oneself thy wits hastily.
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