1 will get me to the wood Where the gods walk garlanded in wistaria, By the silver blue flood move others with ivory cars. There come forth many maidens to gather grapes for the leopards, my friend, For there are leopards drawing the cars. I will walk in the glade, I will come out from the new thicket and accost the procession of maidens.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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