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Letter To Padua

I Eleven! Quite a figure, It quakes my memory; spine's strength wanes... What saying makes this feeling? For this march, I dare? For this unwilling cold, I must savour! II Aura of love birth familyes Excesses of spirits, curbed Cadence that fills the mind Memories! Sanity? Aye! For eleven births an end.

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