It is likely enough that lions and scorpions Guard the end; life never was bonded to be endurable nor the act of dying Unpainful; the brain burning too often Earns, though it held itself detached from the object, often a burnt age. No matter, I shall not shorten it by hand. Incapable of body or unmoved of brain is no evil, one always went envying The quietness of stones. But if the striped blossom Insanity spread lewd splendors and lightning terrors at the end of the forest; Or intolerable pain work its known miracle, Exile the monarch soul, set a sick monkey in the office . . . remember me Entire and balanced when I was younger, And could lift stones, and comprehend in the praises the cruelties of life.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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