Iases here I lie. To whom this proud City for youth and beauty gave much fame. The learned wise admired me, and the crowd Of simpletons. From both I had the same Joy. But the Hermes and Narcissus fashion Wasted and killed me. Traveller, you will not blame, If Alexandrian. You know the passion Of our life here, the pleasure and the flame.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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